Free Fashionably Dead in Diapers by Robyn Peterman Page B

gorgeous mate was substantially older and far more experienced, but I was not in the mood for this. "And why in the Hell is she called The Corrine?"
     
    "Any Fairy over two thousand years old takes The in front of their name. Clearly something I won't have to worry about since there is no way I'll live that long," Gemma said quietly.
     
    "Yes, you will. That's only one thousand nine hundred and seventy years away. If I have to live that long you're not going anywhere," I said as I turned to my mate. "Did you bang this Corrine?"
     
    "Um…" He looked incredibly uncomfortable and pulled me to the side of the room.
     
    "Oh my God," I hissed as I let him drag me away from all the interested ears. "Until me, you had shitty taste in women. When was this?"
     
    "Three hundred years ago when The Kev was training me. It was one time and it meant nothing," he said in a low tone meant only for me. However, we were in a room full of freaks who had supersonic hearing.
     
    "It may have meant nothing to you, but from what I hear The Corrine still hasn't gotten over it," Satan added unhelpfully.
     
    "Does she know she has Ethan's child?" I asked. Was there more to this than the Fairies wanting Gemma?
     
    "I don't know," The Kev said. "From what I hear she is more focused on destroying Gemma so she can continue her reign of terror over Xanthia."
     
    "So there are Dark Fairies," I said tightly as I walked away from Ethan. It was irrational that I was jealous of something he did hundreds of years ago, but reasonable behavior wasn't in my repertoire at the moment. "Are there Light Fairies?"
     
    "Yes," The Kev said. "I am Light and at one time thousands of years ago, The Corrine was Light too. Now all of the Light Fairies have been imprisoned and the Dark have taken over."
     
    "And that's why the skank wants Gemma dead," I concluded.
     
    "Yep, Assburger," Pam said. "I always said you were smart no matter what everyone said about you." Her grin made me smile even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. My heart was breaking and my mind was jumbled, but Pam was Pam and I loved her.
     
    "Anything else?" I asked as I took the baby blanket from Gemma and sniffed it.
     
    "Fairies likey reality TV," Baby Demon Abe shouted.
     
    "They do?"
     
    "Ohhhhhh yesssssss," Beyonce said. "Me hear they have altar with candles to Jersey Shore and Bad Icky Housewives ."
     
    "For real?" I asked.
     
    "Yes." The Kev sighed. "Fairies are somewhat obsessed with reality television. Strange but true."
     
    "That's bizarre and probably not very useful." I rolled my eyes. "We need to get armed and leave."
     
    "No weapons," The Kev said as he morphed before our eyes from David Hasselhoff to his breathtaking Fairy form. "They won't work there and chances are your magic will work differently. Ethan, how did it affect your magic when you were there?"
     
    "It didn't," he said tightly.
     
    "It clearly didn't affect your weenie either," I muttered.
     
    "Weenie," Baby Demon Ross yelled. "Me have a weenie! You wanna see?"
     
    "No," everyone yelled.
     
    "Enough," Ethan said. "I don't like it, but Astrid will come with us. Elijah and Lucy will be back up. They have no Demon blood and can enter Xanthia if we need them."
     
    "We can go with you now," Lucy said. "I don't care if Elijah wants to go or not, but I'm willing."
     
    Elijah heaved a sigh and tried to get closer to Lucy. She was having none of it. "Lucy speaks for both of us. I would be honored to go and fight for Samuel."
     
    "I speak for myself, not for you," she hissed under her breath.
     
    "You've made that perfectly clear," he shot back.
     
    "The fewer the better," The Kev cut in and ended the bickering. "We are more likely to be undetected if we are only three."
     
    "Fine. Done," I said. "Thank you all for coming. We are going to get Samuel, Martha and Jane. I have no clue how long we will be gone, but we will succeed and we will be back."
     
    "I'm feeling a little emotional," Pam said as she