Bilbo lazily opened his eyes, and laconically summed up the rumors of his death: "Woof."
Bilbo knew 'Lexa to have as much skill with a rifle as she does with stocks. "Woof," he smiled.
All the same, he thought, 'Lexa can be soooo jealous: she did wish him dead. Often.
She saw red whenever she caught him with the scent of Penni's perfume on his ears. Just last night she was pleasuring him, stroking his silky ears and whispering in her husky voice "Oh, Bilbo, Bilbo," when she suddenly stiffened and demanded "Billy-bo! Have you been..... with Penni?!"
Damn. Caught again. Bilbo wished he could be loyal, but hey, it just wasn't gonna happen. No coven-ness was going to call him her own. So let them imagine him dead. Yes. Large gaping wounds. Taxidermy.
"Woof." What rubbish. He smiled, and went back to his nap. |
