Colene became aware of her. "Shut up, b***h-cow, or I"ll kiss you too," she snapped. "Even if it makes me upchuck again."
Darius, wiping the spread vomit from his lips, had to smile. This was Colene, all right! "And what are you doing with this s**t n***d on your bed?" Colene demanded of him.
"Demonstrating my magic," he said. "I am of the animus: a magic-wielding man. You wish to make something of it?" That was a colloquialism he had learned from her; it was a kind of challenge to evince disapproval.
"Yeah," she said. "But not in the same bed with Queen Nympho here!"
Darius turned to the queen. "I have decided to play with my own woman. You may go."
The queen assessed the situation, picking up enough of his import to know that she was finished here. She shrugged; there would be anoth
