Raquel’s POV

“They’re quite talented, aren’t they?”

“Hmm?” I know what I must have looked like, eyes heavily lidded with drink, pupils blown in equal parts lust and sleepiness. He was warm, Mal, which made it all the easier to lean into him and drift mindlessly for a moment, as we watched the two pixies waltz. The pair were on the countertop, an easy enough feat when they were barely a foot high, scattering pixie dust everywhere since ...