Wicked (A Wicked Saga #1)(77)
Author: J. Lynn

"It’s not a weakness, Ivy."

Hope that he’d understand everything sparked in my chest. "Anyway, I just couldn’t do it, and I couldn’t leave him there, so I took him home and healed him. He’s been with me ever since, and he’s never done anything to put me in danger or hurt me. Well, he does try to bite me every so often." I frowned and shook my head. "I think that’s just a weird brownie thing."

"Do you have any idea how powerful brownies can be?" he asked as he glanced at the open door. He took a step toward me. "Do you have an inkling of what is living in your home?"

Tink was powerful when it came to ferreting out my passwords and ordering shit off of Amazon, but other than that, I think he got hit with the short stick when it came to having useful powers. "He’s really good at cleaning the house," I said lamely.

Ren stared at me. "So you basically have a pet brownie?"

Thank God Tink wasn’t here to hear that. "I wouldn’t necessarily call him a pet." He was more expensive than a pet.

"Then what do you call him?"

I shrugged one shoulder. "I just call him . . . Tink." Pulling the ends of my cardigan together, I looked up at Ren. "He’s my friend."

"And I protect her," Tink said from the hallway. He was peering around the edge of the door.

"I wouldn’t go that far," I said dryly.

Ren looked down at the brownie. "Protect her from what?"

Tink was rebelliously silent as he marched into the room, creeping over to where I sat. He ended up clutching the leg of my chair, his body half hidden behind my leg.

"Brownies hate the fae, Ren." I fiddled with the buttons on my cardigan. "They aren’t the enemy."

"Is that so?" murmured Ren, watching the brownie.

Tink cocked his chin up defiantly . . . from behind my leg. "They killed my entire family. There is nothing more I hate than the fae."

"The brownies have destroyed almost all the gates from inside the Otherworld. They’ve been doing more than what the Order has accomplished when it comes to the gates, and none of us ever knew," I explained quietly. "That’s how I know about the gates being destroyed. Merle didn’t tell me."

Ren’s brows lifted. "It was him?"

Tink glared at me. "Oh, so it’s okay for you to lie?"

"Shut up, Tink," I snapped.

Ren sat down on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied the brownie. I was relieved to see that he no longer looked like he wanted to murder the little guy, but wariness was etched into his features.

"I couldn’t tell you how I knew. If I did, then well, I would have to tell everyone about Tink, and as much as I want to punt kick him across the room sometimes . . ."

"Uh," muttered Tink. "Love you too."

Ignoring him, I took a deep breath. "I will protect him with my life."

Ren’s head jerked up and his crystalline gaze found mine. His lips parted, and I held my ground. "Please," I said. "Don’t tell anyone about him."

A tense heartbeat passed, and then he said, "Well, at least it’s not like you have a pet snake, because that shit would be weird. And I guess there are people who have more annoying roommates. I’ll be honest, though. I don’t trust the little shit, but I respect your decision."

"Well, I don’t trust you either, so what-the-fuck-ever," Tink replied with a saucy grin as he stepped out from behind my leg.

Grabbing a scarf off the chair, I threw it at him.

He caught it, clutching it to his chest as he flew into the air. "You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free!" He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, "Tink is freeeeee!"

Ren looked at me. "What in the actual fuck?"

I sighed. "He’s obsessed with Harry Potter. I’m sorry."

Tink darted back into the room, holding the scarf to his bare chest. "There is no reason to apologize when it comes to Harry Potter."

"You do remember what happened to Dobby, right?" I said.

"Shit." Tink’s eyes widened and then he dropped the scarf. "Fuck that shit. I’m hungry. Someone—no name mentioned—ruined my breakfast. So I’ll be in the kitchen." He stopped and looked pointedly at Ren. "I got my eyes on you, buddy."

Ren lifted a brow.

Once I heard bowls clanging around in the kitchen, I focused on Ren. "Are you really okay with this? Because I need to know if you’re not."

He stood. "Honestly? I think I’m a little dumbfounded by it right now." He walked toward me, snatching the fallen scarf off the floor then kneeling in front of the chair I sat in. "You have a brownie living with you. I’ve never even seen a brownie before."

"I didn’t tell him about what you are," I whispered. "The Elite? Any of that? I don’t think he knows."

He smiled crookedly, glancing at the door. "I thank you for that. God, I have so many questions I actually want to ask the little punk. Sorry, I—"

"No. He’s a punk. He’s proud of it." I smiled a little. "He’ll probably answer your questions. He likes to talk, especially about himself."

Ren laughed under his breath as he placed the scarf on the arm of the chair. "A fucking brownie. Jesus. Not expecting that."

I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

His brows furrowed, and he looked like he was about to say something then shook his head. "You know," he said after a few moments. "I wanted to make today—well, what we have left of today—special for you. I thought I could make you breakfast and then maybe we could go somewhere. I don’t know where, but anywhere." As he talked, my eyes widened and my heart squeezed like it had been put through a juicer. "Tonight is going to be hard, and I want you to have this day to just be happy." A flush crept over his cheeks. "Kind of sounds stupid now that I say it—"

"No. Not stupid." Scooting forward, I placed my hands on the sides of his face, the slight stubble tickling my palms. "It sounds brilliant." He turned, pressing a kiss against the palm of my hand and then the other. "You still up for it?"

"Most definitely."

"And if you make breakfast and save a little bit for Tink, he’d be really forthcoming with any information," I advised him.

Ren tilted his head against my palm, rubbing back and forth. Part of me was still worried over how Ren truly felt about Tink, but I did trust him to not say anything, and I could only hope that if Ren . . . if he stuck around, he would grow to accept Tink, maybe even like him. The latter was a long shot, but he was handling this better than I expected, and for that I was grateful.