Contemplation Time
For the record, it’s a deserted stretch of low-speed, winding coastal highway. No one drove by. Not even when we got stuck again with a mate tie, which is kind of nice anyway because there’s lots of cuddling and sweet pillow talk involved with those. And Channing can call that ‘punishment’ all he wants. I know what a reward is when I get one. That—most definitely rewarding. There’s no reason why I ought to feel calmer. Seriously. As intelligence goes, my share is decent enough to figure all of this out, to get the job done—even weird as being a mage is. What’s compounding things is how emotionally complex all this has become. It was exponentially easier when I was just a snarky nobody, who waitressed seventy hours a week at a grungy south Crossroads diner for a grouchy old troll of
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