Joji did not know what to say about Lena. She was a scheming woman, shaped by the hard guts of the American Dream.
Against that, Daisy, for all her talent, was no match. The little magician sat there fidgeting, half-poisoned by the very novels Lena had once written and by the fantasies those pages had fed inside her head.
Joji gave Lena a look then. A serious one. The sort that said he was not fucking around.
At least not in this matter. Lena caught it at once and raised both hands as though she had been accused before the trial had even begun.
"I'm not gonna do anything to her, alright? You know magic, Joji. I ain't gonna messing around," Lena said.
"We'll talk about these things when we have time," Joji replied.
He took out the list the duchess had given him. True, he was not getting any of it for free, but he was not stupid enough to ignore the family discount either.
