Chapter 43: Warping the Bar

Staring off, lost in thought, Vernon stood behind the bar pouring another ale for Michaela. She was still sitting up straight, but he didn’t know how.

He emptied the rest of the sedative he had been slipping into her drinks all night long into her cup. He had given her enough to knock out two horses already. How she was still awake, he had no idea.

These demigods were powerful. But he would continue to play his part and see this through. If he did this right, he had a lot to gain. He and all of his minions.

“I’ll tell ya, Michaela,” he said to the beautiful demigod. He wanted to tear what little cloth she had on her body off of her, and have his way. But if that was going to happen, he’d have to wait.

She turned in her chair to look over her shoulder at him. “What?” she asked.

“That Spring was one to remember. Word of Detrick and Cilia had spread. In particular, Cilia’s stories drew people. I haven’t even been able to tell ya a quarter of them tonight.