Page 83 of Speak No Evil
Veruca throws me a look.
“Don’t ask.”
Chonk continues. “Wouldn’t you rather keep the magic of it and not have a look behind the curtain?”
That’s an excellent question indeed.
Do I really want to know?
“I’ll get back to you on that. The more pressing matter is whether I’m still genetically a witch.”
Chonk nods his face. I don’t think I like it. “Ah, procreation dilemmas, I see.”
“You can have your genetics tested in both forms if you like,” V offers. “But until you know for sure, I’ll make you a birth control—”
“I was gonna ask. I’ll start choking ‘em down again even though they taste like burning ass.”
“Well, yeah, the potions do. But I powdered my elixirs and made it into a capsule.”
“Even better! I’ll take your entire stock of birth control capsules.”
No one speaks for a few moments until V asks something I hadn’t thought to ask myself. “Are you happy, Jade?”
Happy?
Happy.
I lost everything I ever loved. My sister, apartment, all my belongings, clients, reputation, money, and livelihood. I lost everything a person can lose.
“Yeah. I think I am. But only if you help me pick out some new furniture for this awful basilica. Everything looks exactly the same.”
V laughs and lies down. “I’d love that. Just get back to me when I can stay awake for more than ten minutes at a time.”
I grab a throw blanket from the chair and cover her up. “Do you want Lord Tentacles in here or not?”
“He can stay,” she says, eyes falling closed. “He’s squishy and wriggly in the best way.”
“Mmm, we’re gonna agree to disagree on that one, V.”
I grab my clothes and step out of the room, closing the door softly.
Feeling lighter than I have in a very, very long time.
Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
Stretched out on his sofa, Ryker’s already made me come three times when he lifts my legs and finally puts it in the gear I know he likes best. The rhythm that always makes him blow his load.
“I love fucking this perfect cunt of yours, demoness. Love watching your body take my cum.”
“Yeah?” I coo in his ear. “What else do you love, demon?”
He sucks in a sharp gasp. “You know the answer.”
“I do. I want to hear you say it.”
“Please…” His rhythm falters.