Chapter 51

"LEAVING SO soon, Lucas?" Laurie was still sprawled on the couch in the receiving room, still chipper and languid at the same time as only the very drunk or very... magically affected could be. Only this time, it wasn't Slade with him but Vessa. Laurie's head was in her lap, and she poked at Laurie's nose every now and then to make him giggle. Which probably wasn't very difficult just now.

"Yes." Lucas tipped a sharp nod. "I am getting out of here, before something else jumps out of a portal. Or secret 'liquor cabinet'. Or wherever."

"Probably wise." Vessa poked Laurie on the forehead this time. He giggled anyway. "Something you should know first, though." Vessa sighed when she turned her gaze up to Lucas. She looked... sympathetic.

Right. That couldn't be good.

"He was lying," Vessa said. "Mister Parry, I mean." When Lucas frowned in confusion, she shrugged. "As adorable as you are, Lucas, he wasn't after your love. He was after your land."