Chapter Five
I WON’T SAY THAT I didn’t feel guilty when, as I was delivered to a bedroom in the gatehouse, I found May and Ysolde puttering around, unloading a stash of feminine hygiene products, body shampoos, and an assortment of garments.
I paused in the middle of the room, feeling all shades of awkward.
“Did you remember the chocolate?” Jim asked, pushing past me to nose around the garments laid out on the bed. “Aisling sent Istvan off to buy some salt and vinegar chips. She swears they work miracles for the men from Planet Abdo.”
I stopped feeling guilty and stared at the demon dog. “The who from what?”
“You know, men from Planet Abdo. Abdomen. Get it? Heh heh.”
“Ignore Jim,” May said, giving the demon a tolerant look. “Its nose got out of joint with the arrival of baby Ava. We
