#Chapter 118 - Priestess

Laila puts her coffee on the ground and catches the bag that I toss for her, eagerly spilling the contents in her hand. Blythe’s little squirrel eyes go wide when he sees the mouse bones and he squeaks, leaping off of Laila’s lap and dashing to me. I burst out laughing, gathering him close and petting a hand over his fur, which really is very soft. “Oh, you big Alpha coward,” Laila says, waving her free hand at him. “This has nothing to do with you.” I grin, continuing to pet my ex’s soft head as Laila sorts out the materials in her hands. “Do you think you can do anything without a map?” “Maybe,” she says, looking up at me with real interest. “Yes and no questions shouldn’t need a map. We get to a crossroads, we ask left or right…the tools point the way.” “Cool,” I say, leaning forward. “Let’s try it.” Laila sits on the ground and waives for me to follow. I do, folding my legs beneath me and settling Blythe in my lap, leaning forward as Laila sets up her divination space.