A Wish Upon the Stars (Tales From Verania 4) - Page 26

Crissy.

Nicole.

Courtney.

Griselda.

The ladies of the Ryan Foxheart Fan Club Castle Lockes Chapter.

And at their center, the only nonsquealing one of them, stood Lady Tina DeSilva, dressed as if she were some kind of warrior princess, sword gripped firmly in her hand, her blonde hair curled in ringlets.

She narrowed her eyes at the sight of me.

“Vengeance,” I hissed.

II: The Port

Chapter 3: Camp HaveHeart

BUT BEFORE I could smite her where she stood, Deirdre, who looked as tiny as she had the last time I’d seen her a couple of years ago, burst into tears. “Oh my g-g-gods,” she sobbed. “He’s h-h-here. I’m going to throw up all over everything.”

“There, there,” Mary said, patting her arm. “You know what happens when you get the crying vomits. You did that last week when the Knight Commander waved at you, remember? We don’t want to have to go through that again. It was a nightmare.”

“I’ve killed people,” Nicole breathed. “But the rush I feel right now makes that feel like nothing in comparison. Someone should hold me back before I launch myself at him and touch his mouth with my mouth and whisper things in his ear no proper lady should ever say aloud.”

“That might be the best idea ever,” Griselda said. “Sam did say he’s missed the touch of another human, and might do things to you that you’ve only dreamed about. Someone hold me back too before I test my theory all over his body.”

“Oh, you don’t even want to know my dreams,” Crissy said, flushing brightly. “My husband woke me up once and said that I was writhing as if I was in pain, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was in the throes of a DP session with Sam and his mirror twin, Mas, because I don’t have any problems with twincest, if you know what I mean.”

“What the hell is DP?” Courtney demanded. “I want that too! My dreams are always so boring, with my four-ways with Sam and Ryan and Justin. Why can’t I have twincest DP?”

“It means double penetration,” Wanda said, leering at me in a way that I would not have expected from an older lady such as herself. “Stuffed like a turkey at the holidays.”

“I-I’m only f-f-fourteen,” Deirdre hiccupped. “I didn’t know y-you could stick it in more places!”

“Oh, that’s not even the half of it,” Nicole said. “You got your front door, your back door, your mouth, and your ears. Why, get three guys and two fairies, and you won’t even be able to breathe.” She frowned. “Well, you would, because of your nose, which you probably shouldn’t put anything in there, given that you would die.”

“Who are these glorious creatures?” Kevin whispered. “I want to hug them close and have them whisper their dirty secrets in my ear.”

“He looks so scruffy,” Crissy said, eyeing me up and down. “Like in that one real person fan fiction I wrote, remember? When he was attacked and had amnesia and became a bad boy who wore leather and Ryan had to make him fall in love with him all over again.”

“Is that the one where Ryan told him that Sam’s heart would show him the way home and that they would make new memories if he couldn’t recover the old?” Griselda asked, eyelids fluttering. “Because I swear to the gods, when you read that line, I was moist.”

“Okay,” Kevin said. “Maybe I don’t want to be friends with them now.”

“I’m not a girl,” Deirdre cried. “But I’m not yet a woman either. Why am I tingling?”

“Isn’t that a song lyric?” Wanda frowned. “From that singer that was cute, and then she went crazy, and then was not crazy and still manages to wear costumes that show off a body I will never have?”

“Probably,” Mary said. “But the kids these days listen to the strangest things.”

“Ladies!” Tina barked. “Attention!”

It was like she had flipped a switch. They snapped their feet together, spines rigid, arms at their sides, chins up. Even Deirdre managed to stop her sniffling, her face wet but eyes determined. Lady Tina stared at me for a moment longer before she turned to the others and walked in front of them, pacing side to side. A crowd began to gather behind them, eyes wide, their whispers sounding like wind over grass as the people pointed at Kevin and myself.

“Who are we?” Tina demanded.

“The Foxy Lady Brigade!” the women shouted back.

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