CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“PEPPER? ARE YOU IN here? Dammit, where has she gotten to?”
I stood up from where I’d been crouched next to Marley’s leg, examining the wound. “Keep your shorts on; I’m here. What’s up?”
CJ, half turned to leave the stable, marched over to me and thrust her pugnacious face in mine. “What’s up? We have a Wench Promenade in three minutes—that’s three minutes—and you’ve spent the whole day hiding because you and Walker are on the outs. Well, you can just knock it off and get your butt in gear, cousin, because this Promenade is an important part of Faire tradition, and I’m not going to allow you to screw it up! Thank God you’ve got your garb on. Come on; we don’t have any time to waste.”
“But Ceej,” I whined, grabbing Moth from where he was sitting in Marley’s feed bucket.
