shopping districts of Casino City.
"This one," Grant pointed out a shop that had recently come up for sale—it was a jewelry and souvenir shop—one of many on the same street, and couldn't compete with its neighbors. It was large enough, too, to house a bakery in the back, plus ice cream machines.
"Grant, can you and Heathe get on that for me? Ask the sellers to quote a price, and make sure they're not gouging. That looks like the perfect spot to open our first business." I looked at both my assistants—Heathe was grinning—he was excited about this, I could tell. And since both of them could now eat normal food if they wanted, well, so much the better. Grant was already planning this out in his head—I recognized the signs of turning wheels.
"I think you should name it Niff's; that is what Gardevik and the others were calling you when you woke among the High Demons," Kifirin teased me gently.
"Yeah, that's better than Queenie's any day," I agreed. "And we can use my cookie recipes."
"If you sell apple pie, you'll have people lined up at the door," Grant sighed. He loved apple pie.
"We'll sell apple pie and you can eat what we don't sell," I gave him a hug. We settled on half interest for me and a quarter interest each for Grant and Heathe. It made me miss Davan—I think he would have loved to be a part of this.
"Lissa, I must go," Kifirin leaned in to kiss me. "I will return in a few days and I will spend the night." He bumped his forehead against mine. Nights with Kifirin were sporadic at best, so I wasn't about to tell him no, even though I wasn't in the mood to have anybody else in my bed at the moment. Karzac would have a screaming fit anyway, I think, if I considered sex with anybody until he said otherwise. I just nodded, gave Kifirin a kiss back and stared at the space he'd occupied when he disappeared.
"What is this? You come back and do not inform us?" Gavin, Tony, Garde, Winkler, Drake and Drew all folded in. It made me wonder where Erland and Roff were, but then Roff was probably at the winery. I hadn't seen my Larentii, either, but I didn't question what kept them—probably big Larentii secrets or something. Rigo and Thurlow appeared moments later, while Gavin stared at me, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Honey, things haven't gone well since I woke up," I muttered, hanging my head. If Kifirin hadn't come to get me on Harifa Edus and fed me his energy, I might not have made it off the planet. He'd helped with my misery, too, but it had only been tabled for the moment. I expected it to come calling again very soon, when I had time for it to catch up with me again.
"We heard about Shadow." Drake and Drew didn't sound happy about that, but they'd been friends with Shadow before I came along.
"I'm not going to interfere with your friendship," I muttered.
"We know that, but you ought to talk to him—he's really upset," Drew told me. "Baby, he had a meltdown when Raffian took your ring back. Now he won't speak to anyone from Grey House."
"Uh-huh. What am I supposed to do about that? Good old Dad and Granddad saw fit to tell me, in the nicest way possible, that I wasn't a fit mate, so they had to bring in reinforcements. All while saying they'll treat the reinforcement like crap just so they can get heirs out of the whole thing. That really made my day." I was just about to walk away from the rest of my mates, right then and there. Honestly—how did they think I was going to feel about all this?
"Lissy, they didn't handle this very well. If they were going to do this, they should have done it at the beginning, instead of blind-siding you with it two years later." That was Tony talking, and he was voicing my concern over the whole thing. Why wouldn't they say something right away? I didn't understand at all.
"You have a lot to discuss with your, uh, mates," Grant rolled up the map we'd spread across my desk. "Heathe and I will get to work on this project, and report back to you later." Grant and