Chapter 19
Juno
Holy saguaro.
Lucius was about to kiss me.
And I think I might have let him.
Fortunately, he stopped, and the idea must really repulse him now—at least that’s how I interpret his letting me go and staring under everyone’s feet so intently.
“I’ll be back,” he says and starts making his way toward the stage.
Huh?
He grabs a microphone and shouts, “Everyone, freeze! Do not move an inch. My ferret has escaped onto the dance floor, and if anyone steps on him, I will personally step on you with all of my lawyers.”
By saguaro’s spines. Everyone indeed freezes, the music stops, and many things happen at once.
“Did he say feral rat?” my ex’s new wife shouts and jumps onto the nearest chair.
I’m pretty sure he said “ferret,” given that he owns ferrets and all. Regardless,
