Chapter 4
strange solitude breeds complaint
slime wants to slither and slide
Buddha’s bodhi tree, that boy could work it. Four minutes of heaven had left my body singing and primed for more. McRory would have been happy to go for another round, gods knew he could perform, but I’d kept him to his promise and insisted on returning to the party and staying under Maeve’s radar. It was her night – I wasn’t about to ruin it. Innis was her favorite nephew and if she thought we were dating she’d be over the moons. I didn’t want to have to correct her. I had ducked out of the party as soon as I thought I could, citing an early morning and a courier’s duty.
Which brought me here. Covered in road dust yet again. My favorite kind of dirt. Better than s*x, better than berries. Hitting the third sto
