Brown eyes sparkle as the gnome shifts in his seat. “Ugh. Just ugh, Merry.” He chortles. “Kind of early for a nap.” “Why didn’t you wake me up then, goddamn it?” He cocks his head, giving me an are you for real look that reminds me no matter how small he is, Merry is all male. “I should think that was obvious. Besides, I was rather hoping you’d finish.” He eyes me in apparent fascination. “I wasn’t aware women could have wet dreams.” My face burns and I sit down with a flop. “We. Are. Not. Having. This. Conversation. Why are you here, Merry?” His grin fades. “Werewolves.” I sigh. Gotta love the universe. It never rains, but it pours. “No shit?” “No shit.” He leans forward. “They’re getting ready for a run.” Gnomes hear everything that goes on in the fairy-tale side of the world.
