Page 111 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck
Bram sighed. “Wife, you really shouldn’t encourage—”
Marcy brushed by Bram, cutting off whatever he was going to say.
I took the items from her, looking between her and Bram. “You’re married now? And your wife wants to make skin cream out of my uncle’s fingers and toes?”
“He is and I do,” she said. “Bram is my honey-bear and my mate. Yours is very good to look at too. He’s dynamite in bed, isn’t he? Mine is too.”
Was Marcy speaking from experience?
Marcy laughed softly. “Oh, no. I just met your husband this morning, at the old funeral home on Gallows Lane. I’ve never done the dirty with him. I just do that with my honey-bear.”
Was the woman a mind reader in addition to being a few eggs short of a dozen?
Bram rubbed the bridge of his nose as if she was giving him a headache.
I turned to find Drest standing there, glaring down at Nile’s body, seemingly oblivious to the insanity happening around him. As much fun as lighting my twisted uncle on fire sounded, I’d had my moment of closure when I’d kicked his head into the air and watched a goblin eat it. I held the lighter fluid and box of matches out to Drest.
He wrapped his hands around mine and the items before glancing up at the night sky. His Hunter ring began to glow with faint purple light that became brighter and brighter. A moment later, thunder rolled through the area and a streak of lightning struck Nile’s body, igniting it instantly. Oddly, there was no smell. I expected it to be horrid. But there was nothing.
Marcy clapped. “Oh that was a much better choice, Drest! It’s so pretty. I like to watch things burn. But it would have been nice if you’d have left me a toe.”
I stared at her.
Austin grinned. “She’s harmless, for the most part.”
Marcy smiled wider.
Austin touched my shoulder. “I can take those if you want.”
Drest released my hands, and I gave the items to Austin.
He glanced at Marcy. “You should come with me if you want me to live. The big guy will totally kill me if you don’t.”
Marcy ignored Austin and hurried to me, hugging me so tight I thought she might crack one of my ribs. She then eased back. “Can’t wait for our dinner date. It’s going to be so nice. I gave some healing herbs and ointments to Robin on my way in. Some are made to be used in a warm bath. Demi is already looking and feeling better. She’ll need plenty of fluids and to take it easy for a few days, but other than that, she’s good.”
“Uh, thank you,” I managed as she released me.
“I almost forgot,” she said. “I left a little somethingspecialfor you in your husband’s car. It’s from Amice.”
“Amice?” I asked with a gasp.
All eyes went to Marcy.
She nodded. “She’s been very chatty for weeks now. Your arrival coinciding with Drest’s has been a hot topic for us.”
My stomach dropped. Was Zombie-Amice still alive or whatever she’d been? “My brother? Is he here somewhere too? Ohmygod, what he did to her…is that still…?”
Marcy touched my hand. “No. Your brother isn’t in Grimm Cove right now. As for Amice, that rather unfortunate stage of her afterlife was laid to rest.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “You mentioned talking with her.”
Marcy nodded. “I see dead people.”
“Oh,” I said before tensing. “Seriously?”
“Your best friend is a Fae prince, your daughter has a redcap personal guard, your niece has an attack goblin, your family can create life from death, and you’re mated to a Fae warrior. You’d think you’d be more open-minded,” said Marcy, all smiles.
I laughed softly. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
