Chapter 108

"Shoot." I snapped my fingers. "I was so busy enjoying the parades they threw for me every time that I forgot to read the helpful brochure in my welcome package with all the rules and dire consequences laid out. I'm not lying. The Queen and I came to an agreement."

"What agreement?"

Oh, one where I either take an innocent woman's magic or an old man's. No biggie.

"And here's tea." Priya sailed into the room with a tray holding a pot, two mugs, milk, honey, and a plate of golden brown biscotti covered in sliced almonds. "I made Earl Grey but I see I should have made 'Chill the Fuck Out.'"

"Ah yes, a fruity blend with notes of muted aggression and chamomile," I said.

Priya set the tray down on the coffee table, just shy of a slam.

"You're right. Let's change the subject." I reached for a biscotti, then stopped, stymied by my stupid mitten-hands.

Levi laughed.

"Could someone please get these off me?"