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Toughs cooked as well as Mab, or herself, or whatever. It was good, and consumed, and I took the liberties of licking a few plates clean.
“So are you able to tell us how you know what food we always want?” I asked Toughs as she sat opposite me.
She smiled and shook her head. “No.”
I sighed. “If I had any doubts you weren’t Mab, you just shook them away.”
Orion didn’t enjoy the meal as much as I did. He kept leaving his post at the stool to check the rear and front doors.
The last time he came back his lips were pursed. “We probably shouldn’t stay here any longer.”
I tossed down my napkin and sighed. “Yeah. That Mel guy-”
“Melicertes,” Toughs spoke up. Orion and I looked at her with blinking eyes. She frowned. “His name is Melicertes.”
I snorted. “No wonder he’s so an
