Rory Miles

“There is no overtime, and I had to use the potion in the bathroom.” Valen’s cheeks begin to turn pink. Tisha hums. She already knows the story, but she’s not going to give up the details.

I round on Valen. “Did you get caught spanking the monkey?”

Dane snickers. “Valen squeezed his lemon at the airport?”

“I did not squeeze my lemon or spank a monkey.” He huffs and crosses his arms. “If you must know, I had an incident with a breakfast croissant.”

I pinch my eyebrows together. “You used your potion on someone who heard you take a crap?”

His eyes narrow. “It was a bad croissant.”
― Rory Miles, Shadow Slayer

“Please, you’re not listening.” I loosen my hold around Dane’s neck, and a snarl rips out of his mouth.

“Explain before your mate goes all fee-fi-fo-fum,” Valen drawls.

“Don’t compare me to that dumb motherfucker who thought legumes were a legit form of currency,” Dane snaps, turning from the door and glowering at Valen.

“Uh, teddy bear, that’s Jack. The giant is the one who says fee-fi-fo-fum.”
― Rory Miles, Twilight Terrors