Free Blood Lines: Kallen's Tale (Witch Fairy #3.5) by Bonnie Lamer Page B

will soon see what a handful keeping her safe and out of trouble can be.”
     
    I expect Xandra to get upset with  my teasing but instead, she looks too sweet and innocent at the moment.  “Yes, Kallen’s my hero.  Weak little me could never have survived without his big, bad magic to protect me.”
     
    Kegan laughs barely bothering to cover it up with a cough but Tabitha laughs outright and pounds me on the back.  “Oh, I am going to like her just fine.  Now, you boys run along and see if you can stay out of mischief for five minutes.  I have seen the downstairs, and I am assuming you are eager to put everything as it was an hour ago - before the caretaker of this house decides that young men who act like animals should be sleeping with the animals tonight.  I will assist this lovely young woman in preparing for a dip in the briny.  She will be down shortly.”  She literally shoos us out the door.
     
    As we walk down the stairs, Kegan says, “So, you were about to tell me why such a powerful Fairy as Xandra was in the Cowan realm.”
     
    “No, I was not,” I say irritated that I am not able to talk to Xandra about what happened before we were interrupted. 
     
    “What is the big secret?”
     
    I shrug.  “No secret, I simply do not care to discuss it with you.”
     
    “Home for five minutes and you have once again become a petulant jackass.  I believe that is a record.”
     
    I cannot help but laugh.  I am acting like an ass toward him simply because he finds Xandra as beautiful as I do.  I guess I need to stop acting territorial and relax.  “It is a long story.  I will explain everything after we swim.” 
     
    “I will hold you to that,” Kegan says with a satisfied grin.
     
    We walk into the living room and start picking up the pieces of furniture that were knocked over.  Nothing is broken.  Grandmother learned a long time ago that this room is our favorite for combat as there is so much to hide behind.  Therefore, she stopped putting anything fragile in here.
     
    When we are finished, I say, “I am going to check on Xandra.  You should get us something to snack on while Tabitha is not guarding the kitchen.”  Kegan grins and heads that way.
     
    Walking up the stairs, I am imagining Xandra in a bathing suit.  A tiny bathing suit.  The more I think about it, the more I think we may not make it down to the shore.  A grin is forming on my face when I am doused with a bucket of cold water.  Actually, it is a bucket of black bikini.  On me.  My pecs are barely covered by little triangles of black material and the bottom is putting uncomfortable pressure in areas that prefer not to be so tightly restrained.  And I cannot take it off with my magic.  It is as if it is glued to my skin.  I pull on it, trying to take it off without magic but it simply pulls my skin and tugs on my hair in places that should not be pulled and tugged.  The more I try to take the damn thing off, the more it attaches itself to my skin.  I try to cover it up, but it is like there is a force field around it that will not allow other magical things to get near it.  I am getting mad now.  I may be wearing a black bikini for the rest of my life considering who created it.  Chances are not good that she will be able to reverse this without causing me great physical harm.  All thoughts of a sexual nature have been pushed from my mind as I take the rest of the stairs three at a time with bikini panties digging into my groin and I storm into her room.
     
    I expected Xandra to look at least somewhat repentant.  No.  She has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.  Tabitha is even worse.  Even though she is also dressed in the same bikini, she is in tears she is laughing so hard.  She doubles over and slaps her hands on her knees.  I do not think she is capable of standing upright at the moment.  If she does not settle down soon, she will need medical care for heart failure.  This is