Page 77 of Twisted Sorcery


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She shrugs. “I certainly wasn’t happy.” I can practically watch the wall around her go back up. But that’s ok – we’ve got a long way to go together.

She sighs, gesturing out over the garden. “I should get to work. There’s a lot to do.”

I narrow my eyes. From the moment I stepped outside, I’ve noticed a pile of garden tools lying ominously on her potting bench. “Tell me this wasn’t all a long preamble to revealing that I’m not only your maidservant but also your gardener now.”

She scoffs. “My maidservant? I’ve watched one of your shirts gather dust next to my bathtub for a week. You’re the least tidy person I’ve ever met.”

“That’s not why I said that.”

Realization crosses her face. “Oh, you mean because I make you bring me drinks and be my footstool when I’ve had a long day.” She inspects the hand rake she just picked up. “Maybe I could draw inspiration from the garden…”

I quickly take the rake from her hand. “Where do you want me to start?”

She smiles wryly. “The weeds in the strawberry patch.” Kissing my cheek, she adds, “Please.”

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