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“You’re lucky, though, that you’re a warrior.”
“Being a princess isn’t that awful. It has some perks. And you can still be a warrior.”
“I’d like to be,” I admit. “But I don’t want to be a princess. Or queen, anyway. That’s way too much responsibility.”
“I’d like to agree with you because I’d prefer my old best friend to fight battles with me, but for my brother’s sake, I’m kind of hoping you’ll become queen.” She offers me an apologetic look. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I sigh, my gaze dropping to my drink. “So, are you going to tell me what this is so I can drink this and you can explain to me why every werewolf who knows Jules seems to think we’re like soulmates or something?”
The corners of her lips twitch, as if I said something amusing. “It’s just a little vodka mixed with a bit of faerie magic dust. We werewolves refer to it as the lovely winged drink. It doesn’t have an official name.”
“You guys drink faerie magic dust?” I pull a wary face at the drink.
A devious grin spreads across her face. “Great. Is my old friend a bit of an old scaredy cat shapeshifter?”
I aim a finger at her. “Hey, I met a cat shapeshifter, and they can be kind of scary.”
She snorts a laugh. “Not if you’re me.” She cracks her fingers. “I’m seriously bad ass.”
“Maybe you should train me, then.”
“I’ll definitely help.”
“Awesome.” I eye the bottle of glittering liquid, desperate to hear more about the werewolf world. “Fuck it. Here goes nothing.” I put the mouth of the bottle to my lips and down a small swallow. The taste of sweet peaches, luminous sunshine, and magical warmth spills down my throat. “Yummy,” I murmur, then take another drink, then another, practically glugging down half the bottle.
“Easy, my little daredevil friend.” Liberty pries the bottle from my fingers. “You might not feel the effects now, but you definitely will in a few minutes.” She raises the bottle to her lips and swigs down a long swallow. When she lowers the bottle from her mouth, I cock my brow at her. She gives me an innocent look. “What? I needed to catch up.”
“Yeah, me, too.” I make grabby hands at the bottle again.
She tucks the drink behind her. “No way. If you drink anymore, you’re going to end up dancing all night.”
Crap. “This stuff makes you dance?”
She nods. “Yeah, most faerie magic does.”
“Oh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. I just sometimes like to dance when I’m a normal drunk, so I have a feeling this is going to end in disaster.”
Her grin is pure wickedness. “A disaster of fun.”
I mirror her grin. I don’t even know why, other than I feel dizzily happy.
“So, are you going to tell me what this alter dime animated doohickey thing is?” My voice sounds far away as a sparkling wave of calm lulls over me.
She giggles. “You mean, alterum dimidium animae?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” I stretch my legs out underneath the table, getting comfortable.
“That’s so not what you said.” She giggles again, then hiccups. “Excuse me.”
I laugh. “You hiccup like a mouse.”
“And you snore like a gremlin.”
“Hey, how do you know I snore?”
