Clash of the Otherworlds: Book 1, After the Fall

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out for you then, Jayne.  Good luck.  Please come to my office when you have accomplished your mission."
    I didn't know what to say to that, so I just nodded back.  I snuck a glance at Ben, wondering if he'd go with me.  I kind of wanted to go alone, so I could ask her about this fortune-telling stuff; and if he were there, he'd probably stop me.  For sure I have to go alone or with just Tim.   I started formulating the plan in my mind as the group continued on with other business.
    By the time I'd snapped out of it, we were taking a vote.
    I leaned over to whisper in Aidan's ear.  "What are we voting on?"
    He covered up his laugh with a cough.  He leaned towards me and said, "Yes for adjourning the meeting; no for coming up with more plans for world peace."
    I threw my hand up with the rest of the yeses.
    "It's unanimous," said Dardennes.  "The meeting is adjourned.  You will be notified of our next meeting by courier."
    We all stood to leave, the sounds of scraping noises on the stone made by our chairs grating to my ears.
    "So, how'd you like it?" asked Aidan.  "Our first council meeting as one big happy family."
    "It was pretty good, I guess.  I didn't put anyone into a coma, so that's always a good day for me."
    He laughed.  "I heard about you and that stuff.  I think I'd like to try that sometime ... getting lost in the Green for a while."
    "You're nuts.  It turns people into crying babies."
    "Sounds like good drugs to me," he said gamely.
    Ben leaned in.  "You have to be careful of those weres.  They're total adrenaline junkies."
    "Look who's talking," said Aidan good-naturedly.  "First meeting and you've got a challenge going with Maléna.  Good work on that, by the way."  He gestured with his head over at Maléna, his distain clear.
    "Not on Team Maléna?" I asked.
    "Not exactly," he said quietly.  More loudly he said, "The wolf has no quarrel with the silver elf."
    He reminded me of the werewolves who had no quarrel with the siren of our lake, Naida.  They'd said the same thing to me about her once.
    "Who do the wolves have a quarrel with?" I asked.
    He shrugged.  "Demons named Torrie, for one."
    I totally wanted to hug him for that.  A smile burst across my face as I battled to keep my hands down at my sides and not around his shoulders.
    "What's wrong?" he asked, smiling, a little mystified.
    "Oh, what the hell," I said, before flinging my arms around him.  "I love that the wolf has a quarrel with a demon named Torrie."
    He put his arms around my waist and squeezed me back for a second before stepping away.  "Good," he said nodding.  We held hands for a couple seconds before I let go and turned to join Ben near the door.  "See ya," I said over my shoulder.
    "Yeah.  See ya around," Aidan said, turning to speak to his wolf friend next to him.
    I caught up to Ben at the door.  He was staring at me saying nothing.  I could see the muscle of his jaw twitching.
    "What's wrong?" I asked.
    "Nothing," he said, instantly dropping the brooding look and smiling at me.  "Come on.  I wanted to show you my room.  Ready to see it?"
    I shrugged.  "Ready enough."
    I walked out the door and was immediately accosted by Tim, buzzing so close to my face I feared a pixie wiener-to-the-nose incident.  I quickly leaned my head back as far as I could to avoid the potential disaster.
    "Tell me everything that happened in there and do not leave a single thing out.  My electronics totally didn't work.  I'm so disappointed in me."  He sighed, sounding pitiful.
    "Let's go see Ben's place first," I said, walking next to my Dark Fae counterpart, trying to ignore his arm that occasionally brushed up against mine.  "Then you and I can do some girl-chat after."
    "Oh, goodies.  And then you can help me with Baby Bee's flying lessons."
    "How can I possibly help anyone with flying lessons?" I asked.  "I can barely walk without tripping."
    "You'll make a good backboard," he said, flying out in front of us. 

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