“Stay there,” she murmured, whether that was meant for Rudolf or them was not clear. She gave each gator a final pat, then rose effortlessly. Considering the height of her heels, Laura was impressed at this win against gravity.
Of course, there wasn’t a lot of body mass to lift. It was so fun to walk into a room and feel like a short troll. Not a single part of her generously shaped body missed out on the weight-shaming moment. It almost made her forget the gators. Though the memory of Hebert’s bite chose to make a return, not helped when she looked down and saw Rudolf, or perhaps it was Rachelle’s snoot almost touching her ankle.
“I’m Cyria Auger Christophe.” There was an “of course, you know this already” tone to her languid voice. Cyria might have paused to catch her breath. Or she li
