Mother May I (Knight Games Book 4) by Genevieve Jack Read Free Book Online Page A

speechless pity. “What are you going to do?” he asked in a stage whisper, as if Hecate was in the next room. “What if it is the goddess? How do you defend yourself against a goddess?”
    “I don’t know.” I rested my cheek on the table. The wood was blissfully cool, and I contemplated taking a nap, despite the awkward position. “What if it’s not her and I have a group of deadly goblins after me for their own reasons? Let me tell you, the asshat with the bow and arrow was very hard to kill. I don’t know, maybe I was just weak from lack of Rick, but it was like my magic fizzled in his presence. I’ve never had that happen.”
    “If it was goblin magic and not the absence of Tall, Dark, and Brooding, maybe Soleil can shed some light on the subject for you. She’s been around for a while.”
    I laughed once, then again, and then the laughs kept coming until I sounded like a machine gun. “Shed some light,” I said, resting my forehead on my fists. “You said a celestial fae who bleeds sunlight could ‘shed some light’ on the subject.”
    Logan looked at me with a straight face. “You are slaphappy.”
    I was about to agree when there was a knock at the door. With a groan, I lifted my head and pushed off the table to drag my aching limbs to the door. Polina stood under my porch light in a fitted blue gown that reminded me of Cinderella’s. Her red hair was tied up in a neat chignon. She even held a magic wand with a gigantic crystal on the end in her right hand.
    “You look like a princess,” I said.
    “You look like someone died.” She scanned my dirty scrubs.
    I frowned and opened the door wider. “No one died. Just a terrible day and not getting any better.”
    “You’ll have to invite me in. Your protective ward is making me itch even from here.”
    “Polina, I invite you into my home,” I said, relieved the spells I kept on the house were working as planned, even in my weakened state.
    She smiled and stepped over the threshold. “That’s better.”
    The large leather satchel hanging from her shoulder looked weighted down, like she had something heavy inside. “Did you bring a bowling ball to sacrifice?” I chuckled, feeling quite witty.
    Polina didn’t laugh. In fact, she seemed distracted. I followed her line of sight directly to Logan, whose expression could also be described as distracted. “Oh, sorry, I’m being rude,” I said. “Polina, this is my good friend Logan. Logan, this is Polina. She’s a metal witch who has been helping me.”
    No one moved a muscle. I glanced between them, wondering what I’d missed. Both looked positively pallid.
    “Do you two know each other or something?” I asked.
    Polina cleared her throat and shook her head. A blush stained her cheeks on either side of a slight smile. “No. Um, Logan, it’s very nice to meet you.” She took a step and extended her hand.
    Logan wrapped his fingers around hers and pumped her arm dumbly before giving his own head a shake. He thumped his noggin a few times with the heel of his hand. “Sorry. You do seem familiar to me. Do you ever come into Valentine’s?”
    Teeth gleaming, Polina answered, “No. I’ve been, er, buried for most of the last year.”
    “Oh, I know how that can be,” Logan said. “The hours I work at the restaurant are crazy too.”
    Did he just wink? They were still holding hands. Ooookay. “Um, Polina, I need to get cleaned up before we start.” I pointed at my scrubs. “Do you mind waiting down here for a few minutes? Maybe Logan can keep you company.”
    Logan’s distraction melted into confusion, then concern. He retracted his hand from Polina’s grip. “Actually, I…” He scratched the back of his head. “Ah, it’s getting late. I better hit the road.” He tossed his thumb over his shoulder toward the door.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Polina’s face fall. She recovered quickly. “It was good to meet you, Logan.”
    “Uh, you too.”
    “Thanks for listening