“Addled mortal trash,” Kaede said somewhat absently, as I waited for whatever was going to happen next to actually get around to occurring. Ivy hissed at him. “Delirious,” Ivy corrected haughty, or at least that was what I thought the way she raised her chin meant, “Injured in a fight that she shouldn’t have possibly been able to win, and for all intents and purposes victorious. Credit where credit is due Kaede.” It seemed to rankle him when he was referred to with no title or deference. That was good, who knows what the little creep was angling for with my girl. Yuck. “Candice and your mother are going to make me regret that,” she muttered. I cheered this time. “Oh good, you really are Ivy,” I said exuberantly. “That b***h,” she said in reaction, “WE'RE GOING TO NEED TWO BARRELS OF WH

