anything—okay, maybe a bit wouldn’t go astray—but she was the injured party here.
Zoey scowled over at the sniveling woman. Couldn’t they see they were crocodile tears? Fedora wasn’t even that good of an actress. Suddenly, the door opened with a bang and Thor raced inside, quickly followed by Koran.
“Zoey!” Thor rushed over, silver case held tight in his hand. “What happened?” He knelt in front of her.
“Where are you injured?” Koran asked, running his gaze over her. Things between her and Koran still weren’t back to normal.
“I’m fine. Who called you guys?”
“I did.” Dex stared down at her firmly. “The Zota ball could have damaged your throat and stomach.”
“You ate a Zota ball?” Koran gaped at her like she’d grown another head. “Why would you do that?”
“Obviously I didn’t realize they were little balls of hellfire, did I?” she snapped back as Thor ran his wand over her body. “I’m all right, Thor.”
“Thor will determine that.” Dex stood behind Thor, Fedora was pressed against him.
“It is my fault.” Fedora sniffled. “I insisted she try one.”
“You did?” Koran scowled at her. “Were you trying to harm her?”
Yay, someone was on her side.
Fedora turned her face against Dex’s chest, her shoulders rocking up and down.
“Do not blame Fedora, she did not know,” Dex replied, patting her back awkwardly.
Koran growled. “She should have known better.”
“Fedora knows nothing about humans,” Liula said, defending her. “How could she know? Zoey should have known better than to eat something without consulting Dex.”
So now it was her fault? Oh, she was good. Really good. Right now, she had all the sympathy while Zoey was the bad guy.
“Everyone quiet,” Thor ordered. “Zoey, open your mouth.” Thor peered down her throat, using a bright light. “Any pain?”
“No. I’m fine after drinking that stuff. What was that?”
“Cassata,” Dex explained. “It counteracts the heat of the Zota balls.”
“Maybe I should start carrying a bottle of that stuff around with me,” Zoey joked.
“Good idea.” Koran nodded, completely serious.
She sighed. Bad enough she had one protective male in her life, she didn’t need two. Koran needed to chill out.
“Look, I’m all right. It was just some hot food. Can everyone just back off.”
Dex’s mother sniffed and said something in Zerconian. Dex snapped back at her while Thor and Koran looked uncomfortable.
Dex reached down and helped her stand. “Come, Zoey. I will take you back to our quarters so you can rest.”
She didn’t need to rest, she felt fine. But if it got her away from Dex’s family then she wasn’t about to argue.
“What did your mother say?” Zoey asked as she followed Dex down the passage. Thor, Koran, and Boris followed them while Giz stuck close to her side. She patted his head.
“When?” Dex asked, sounding distracted.
“Just then, before you suggested we go. What did she say?”
She knew it had to be something bad from the way the three of them had closed up.
“It matters not.”
“Ahh, I think it does. Look, I guess it was nothing flattering, it’s easy to see that she doesn’t like me.”
“She does not know you yet. Once she does, she will change her mind.”
“Uh-huh, and pigs might fly.”
Dex gave her a confused look and she sighed. “Doesn’t matter. Ignore me. I’m just the stupid human who eats Zota balls.”
Dex opened the door to their quarters and she stepped inside. “Guess I’ll go back to sitting around, doing nothing.” She turned on him, waggling a finger. “The next time Fedora brings out the crocodile tears, she’d better find someone else’s chest to lean on, got it? Or my first job as Empress will be to chop off her head!”
She slammed the door shut. There, that told him.
She sniffled, tears threatening.
“Damn it. Who cares if his mother doesn’t like me? Not everyone has to like you, Zoey.”
No, they