Magical Moonlight by Elsa Rose - HTML preview

CHAPTER 43

F or fuck sake Marcie, I'm not some god damned

doll." Frances struggled against his wife's hand

as she picked him out of the house she'd bought.

"This is kind of fun." Marcie was taking his

clothes off. "Almost kinky in fact."

"Leave me alone. And do something about the

banjo player; I'm seriously going crazy. If he doesn't

stop with the maudlin guitar music, I'm going to kill

him."

"He's okay." She smiled. "Look at the cute things

I made you." She showed him a pair of pants and a

shirt.

"Thanks." He quickly dressed. He hated being

miniature. "Have you talked to the council about

getting this spell reversed?"

"Yes, but they think it's rather appropriate." She

giggled. "And said you have to be this way for thirty

days. Also when the spell is reversed, you lose your

watcher status. You're going to have to get a regular

job."

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"I was working and you know it." He turned

away. "Look Marcie, I'm not proud of what I did, but

I was thinking of the Wahjee. You know Liam was

supposed to follow in his father's footsteps so to

speak. Wahjee traditions are centuries old."

"And therefore it's about time we got rid of some

of them. You know as well as I do that the celibacy

thing was a crock of shit and always has been."

"I don't know that."

"Well if you didn't, you are stupider than I

thought." She picked him up and all but threw him

back in the dollhouse before stomping out of the

room.

"Lover boy was thrown back like the toy he is."

Ashley laughed and played a rif on the guitar.

"Fuck off." Frances glared. He put out his hand

and made a small flame appear. He'd been practicing

small bits of magic, slowly regaining his powers. It

wasn't something he wanted known though, and he

regretted immediately showing off to guitar boy. But

the temptation to burn the fucking noise box was

strong.

"I bet Marcie would like to know about your little

tricks." Ashley smirked as held his guitar close. "You

touch my guitar and she'll know."

"You can't threaten me." Frances made himself

stand tall and bristle. He felt like a Wah cat, trying to

show how intimidating he could be. It wasn't working

as far as Ashley was concerned.

"Fuck off, I've got nothing to lose except my

guitar - once that's gone, I don't really give a shit

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about anything. I'll tell Marcie in a heartbeat." With

that said, Ashley headed for the part of the house he'd

claimed for himself.