How to Marry a Warlock in 10 Days
“Dred demanded from the sledgehammer of a fist that had hammered into his chis-eled jaw in triplicate.“You know what the fuck!” a dark-haired man insisted.Correction. Three dark-haired men insisted in unison.Guy must have one hell of a right hook that he was seeing and feeling things three times over. He’d buy him a beer or three, once he figured out why the guy had punched him. Maybe there really were three. Middy had triplet brothers. . . . These behemoths were almost as large as Dred himself. There was no way that these Cro-Magnons were related to his sweet Midnight.“What? Did I fuck your mother, your wife, or your sister?”Another crack to the jaw. Good thing it was made of solid stuff, or he’d be lying flat on his back wondering why six of these clones were kicking his ass.“No, really. Just tell me and we can have a few beers, it’ll all be good. I’m married now. Nothing to worry about.”“He doesn’t even try to deny it,” one said and reared back to clobber him again.Dred was ready for him.
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