Chapter 6
“Note to self: Laugh about the idea of a soul mate because really the joke is on you. Meanwhile, the powers that orchestrated this little fiasco are laughing their asses off while you try to keep from jumping his bones and he tries to keep from killing everything that breathes too closely to you. Ahh, good times.” ~Elora
“We ready to do this?” Elora asked as she poured herself a glass of milk. She rubbed her head absently, trying to push away the dull ache that had taken up residency there.
“Are you alright?” Cush asked her as he watched her from his leaned position against the wall.
Elora glanced over to him, her glass frozen in mid raise to her mouth. “Uh, I suppose so. I’ve got a little bit of a headache and the world is going to pot because of some liquid poison and a del
