by Al K. Line
Then it hit home. Maybe he did want a nice collar, and maybe he did plan on discovering the Ræth Næg's secrets, but what this was really all about was him interfering. No, about him being bored and dreaming up ways to entertain himself and to keep me in his pocket for future use. Now I owed him, again, and he knew I knew.
I'd been used, to teach his siblings a lesson about interfering with the grown-ups. He got them dealt with without any repercussions from the elven lawmakers or police. He'd live as he always had, on his own terms, enjoying life on earth and playing his games, meddling.
"Whatever," was all I managed, no point arguing with him, trying to get to the bottom of it. I got the item, got paid, ironed out a few issues of my own, Elion directing things from the shadows, which I should have known all along, and now it was done.
"You want a coffee?" I asked.
"Please. Three sugars."
"You can have one." That'd teach him.
I made the coffee while Vicky had a meltdown in the corner, and George went off to play video games.
What was a wizard to do? Sometimes you had to accept you'd never be in charge of your own destiny. Still, the money was good, and I got to meet interesting people.
The End
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