I slid out of the bed and padded to the kitchen to feed the beast and put on a pot ofcoffee.
The doorbell rang as soon as the pot started to brew. “Go away.” I stared at the pot waiting for it to hurryup.
It rang again. “I’m dead!” Icalled.
The voice through the door was familiar and completelyunexpected.
“Me, too,” saidLucien.
I burst into laughter only for it to quickly morph into horror when I realized what I must looklike.
“Crap.” I rushed into the bathroom. Thank all that was holy that I took my makeup off last night, otherwise I would have had mascara running down my face. But...I definitely looked hungover. Maybe a little heartbrokentoo.
But my pajamas were supercute.
“I’m not going away!” Lucien called through the frontdoor.
At least he wasn’t prowling around the back yard. Margo, hearing Lucien, went to sit at the front door. She wasn’t growling so that was a goodsign.
I opened the door. His eyes widened as he took in myappearance.
“What?”
Lucien blinked. “Uhh. You know it’s onep.m.?”
Istared.
“Okay. Apparently that doesn’tmatter.”
“It’s theweekend.”
“Do I smell coffee?” Lucienasked.
“You do.” I made no move to open thedoor.
Lucien grinned at me and held out his hand. Between his thumb and index finger dangled my Ravenclaw mug. I took it from him. “About time, youthief.”
“You could fill that with coffee,” he saidhopefully.
“Lucien, what do youwant?”
“Coffee?”
I groaned and opened the door wider. He brushed past me in a cloud of expensive, delicious smelling cologne and patted Margo on the head as he walked by her. So today, according to Margo Law, Lucien wasokay.
I didn’t get thatdog.
I shut the door behind him and led Lucien into the kitchen. I was feeling a little bare in my sleep shorts and tank, but a little bit too hungover to care. Lucien’s stare followed me as I pulled two new mugs down and filled them. I passed him one over and gestured to the cream and sugar I’d laid out on thecounter.
He picked up the spoon and meticulously fixed his coffee while Iwatched.
“Hurry up, I need thecreamer.”
Lucien stirred his coffeeslower.
“I’m hungover. It is not wise of you to mess with the hungovernecromancer.”
One of his eyebrows lifted and he stirred evenslower.
