Do What? Come Up With A Clever

What Happened? Did A House Fall On Your Sister?" I Asked. Maybe There Was A Benefit To Our Language Barrier. She Pursed Her Lips. "you Can't Stay Here Much Longer," She Said. My Mouth Dropped Open. "you...you Speak English?" She Snorted. "of Course.

You Aren't Going To Go Crazy," I Said Firmly. "you're Stronger Than You Think. The Next Time You Feel That Way, Find Something To Focus On, To Remind You Of Who Are." "like What? Got Some Magic Object In Mind?" "doesn't Have To Be Magic," I Said. I Racked My Brain. "here." I Unfastened The Golden Cross Necklace. "this Has Always Been Good For Me. Maybe It'll Help You." I Set It In His Hand, But He Caught Hold Of Mine Before I Could Pull Back

Jerome Sighed And Set Down His Fork. "are You Still Doing That, Georgie? Don't I Suffer Enough Without Having To Endure The Humiliation Of A Succubus Who Moonlights As A Christmas Elf?" "you Always Said I Should Quit The Bookstore And Find Something Else To Do," I Reminded Him. "yes, But That Was Because I Thought You'd Go On To Do Something Respectable. Like Become A Stripper Or The Mayor's Mistress.

I Can Be A Good Friend, Or A Bad Enemy.

What...what Are You Doing?" "i Won't Know," He Said With A Grin. He Took A Step Towards Me. "but I'm Pretty Sure You Were Doing It Too.