Demon Disgrace (The Resurrection Chronicles #8) - M.J. Haag Page 0,7

I should or shouldn’t be doing. You’ve overstayed your welcome. It’s time to leave.” I gestured to the snow-covered outdoors. “If you find any of that fun stuff you think I drink too much of, you’re welcome to come back. Until then, don’t.”

He blinked at me, and for a brief moment, I thought he’d say something judgmental again. Fortunately, Merdon had some sense and left.

I shook my head and closed the door. The fey were so predictable, trying to boss a girl around in hopes of establishing some kind of claim. Luckily, I wasn’t dumb enough to fall for that bullshit.

My righteousness only lasted a few seconds before I realized I had bigger issues. Where was I going to find more alcohol? I’d been careful with the parties that Emily and I threw. If I instigated too many, we would draw Mya’s attention. Or worse, I would tick off Emily.

Exhaling resignedly, I gauged my level of buzz. There was still enough tingle in the tank to knock me out for a few more hours. I’d take it. Shuffling back the way I’d come, I crawled into bed and let the alcohol pull me under.

It felt like I’d barely closed my eyes when Emily shook my shoulder.

“What time is it?” I asked, struggling to swallow because of a severe case of dry mouth.

“Past breakfast. Don’t worry, I saved you some. Come on. Get up. You said you’d visit Mary and James today.”

I forced myself to sit up.

“I’m awake.”

She crossed her arms and stared at me, knowing me well enough to not leave the room.

Groaning, I slid out of bed and followed her downstairs where she had a plate waiting for me on the island. A small pile of yellow sat next to a waffle and a breakfast sausage.

“There’s syrup, too.” She pushed a jar toward me. “Real maple.”

Forcing a smile, I dutifully used the syrup and took a bite of everything.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I let Merdon use the couch last night. Don’t worry, he’s already gone.” Her placating tone didn’t match the sheepish look that crossed her features. “I think he might be back today because all the cupboard doors were open when I came downstairs.”

“Why do you think that means he’ll be back?” I asked, admitting nothing.

“He was obviously taking stock of our supplies to see what he could provide. I know how you feel about inviting too much attention from any one of the fey, so I’ll make sure to let him know his consideration isn’t necessary if he shows up.”

“You know the fey don’t take hints well. You should have never let him sleep on the couch.”

“Hannah, it was the right thing to do after he risked his life to save us.”

“If you want to show him gratitude, whatever. But don’t pull me into it. To be clear, dinners and sleepovers in the house we share definitely pulls me into it. I always check with you before inviting anyone over, and the parties we throw work well enough to get us supplies without any kind of fey commitment.”

“I know. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. If he comes back, we’ll handle it together. How’d we do with supplies last night?”

I didn’t give a damn about the food. I wanted to know what happened to my bottles.

“The losers started dropping off their losses as soon as I turned the porch light on. It’s enough for a few days. It sucks there’s not any alcohol left for the next party. We could have asked for canned goods as an entry fee then.”

The news curdled the food in my stomach, and I toyed with the remains of my eggs.

“You know the drinking games are the only way to win with them,” I said. “I can’t believe we went through all that liquor. I thought there were at least six bottles still on the counter when I went to bed.”

“Those were empty,” she said, sounding as upset as I felt.

“A few days of supplies means we’ll need to plan another gathering soon. Unless you have another idea,” I said. The key to making the parties happen was to sound as if I didn’t care about them.

“Every idea I come up with breaks our rules.”

The rules were simple, but effective, for keeping us fed and unencumbered by unwanted fey attention. The first rule was no one-on-one time with a fey. That gave them ideas. The second rule was no accepting handouts from a fey. The same logic applied to

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