Wyk’s Scavenger Hunt

Wyk'sScavengerHuntBadge“Aw come on.”  I motioned forward Wyk, who seemed reluctant to enter The Wicked Muse Tavern. “I don’t care what Livvy told you about the Bruce, he’s not a wolfhound bent on eating strange men.” In an effort to pay back Lucien for locking her out of the tavern a few weeks ago, she must’ve told Wyk some yarn about the Bruce, the most adorable dachshund I’ve ever met, that simply wasn’t true.

Wyk shook his head. “I don’t know. I like dogs and everything but I really don’t feel like being pissed on, Dakota.”

I glared at Livvy. “You told him that the Bruce would urinate on him? Other than stealing Lucien’s leather pants, that dog has never done anything destructive.”  I set the plate of homemade brownies down on the small table outside the doors.

My muse didn’t even look the least bit repentant. “He locked me out.  After he left me at the mercies of Ethan. He actually encouraged Ethan to spank me. He deserves everything he gets.”

Wyk’s beautiful chocolate eyes narrowed. “You fibbed to me? Then does that mean this Lucien doesn’t have an issue with men being submissive?”

I froze. The enormity of what my muse had done shocked me. “You told Wyk that Lucien…”

“She inferred that Lucien challenged the last man who’d come into the Tavern to a round of arm wrestling, because the man was a sub.”  Wyk looked ready to choke Livvy. My muse actually flushed and looked away.

“I….I…” I was at a loss for words. Of all the stunts my muse had pulled, this one was beyond compare. It wasn’t cute, it wasn’t funny.  It was damaging to Wyk who had just only accepted his submissive side. My Irish temper snapped. “That’s it. Take your ass home. I’ve had it with you. At the moment I don’t care if I talk to you again or not.”

Livvy’s eyes widened “What….no…you can’t mean that. It was supposed to be a joke. A way to get back at Lucien. I thought Wyk would put him in his place…”

“Lucian’s a muse, the same as you. You guys control the fates of our characters. You’re honestly thought you could pit a character against a muse?” It boggled my mind. It would be like having a human take on a god. “Just go, Livvy, before I say something I’ll regret.”  I was so angry I was ready to cry.

“But…” She took a step toward me. I backed away. “I’m…sorry. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known…”

“Haud yer whisht! What’s goin’ on out here?”  Hearing the Scottish burr, I turned to see Lucien looming in the darkened doorway.  I could barely make out more than his blue eyes and the familiar tartan wrapped around his waist.

“Nothing.”  My face flushed in embarrassment.  “Just a minor disagreement.”

“I fucked up again.” Livvy gave Lucien a puppy dog look. “I told Wyk you had a problem with submissive men.”

Lucien actually growled.  “Ye did what?”

“I tried to apologize, but slave is pissed.”

“And rightly so, lass.”  Lucien motioned Wyk toward him. “Ye must be Wyk, correct? The sub from Dakota’s new book? My Shay has been talking about the hell you and yer Mistress have been putting Dakota through.”

“Well, maybe just a little.”  Wyk seemed tense.

Lucien nodded. “Then I say ye deserve a round on the house. Do ye like ale? We muses and characters are supposed to drive our authors crazy.”  He spied the plate of brownies on the table. “Are those for me Mistress?”

I nodded. “Yeah, part of the ransom for the toy she’s holding for Livvy.”

He looked from the brownies to Livvy, then to me and back again. “I know you’re mad at her, lass, but why not leave her fate to me?”

I studied him, wishing I could see more of his face. How did Shay do it? It would drive me nuts. “I don’t know. Whether I like it or not, I’m gonna need her later.”

His smile dazzled. “No worries, lass. I think a lesson in humility is all that is needed here.  And the Tavern has plenty of dishes that need a good scrubbin’.”

“But my nails!”

Livvy’s squealed protest would’ve had me smiling if I weren’t so put out with her.  She loved the long acrylic nails she sported.  “After the tour is over?”

“Of course. Next Friday would be perfect and Seraphina would love ye forever. She hates doing dishes after our annual Oktoberfest celebration.”

“Fine, she’s yours.”  I sighed in relief. “As long as she takes care of the details of this hop.” I glared at Livvy. “After all she’s the reason we’re here.”

A very subdued Livvy nodded. “Of course.”  She looked up at the readers. “I can’t believe I’m gonna have to do dishes though.”

“Just be thankful yer Mistress dinnae request a new muse, lass.”

Livvy looked a bit distressed but I’d reassure her later that I wasn’t going to do anything of the sort. Even as mischievous as she was…she was mine.

“Okay, peeps this is the deal. See the graphic below? Enter it into the rafflecopter thingie for a chance to win the grand prize basket that Dakota is giving away.  It has some yummy toys in it. A flogger, a pair of restraints, a sleep mask and an e-copy of Wyk’s Surrender.  My slave will be announcing the winner at Wyk’s Wrap-up Party on Facebook on October 2nd from 7 – 9 pm. And for all those who find all eight toys – well your name will be entered for the $10 gift card from Amazon.”    She turned to look at me. “Did I remember everything, slave?”

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“Everything but the quote.”  I gave her a reluctant smile. “Once you give it to them, come join us at the bar. If you’re good for the rest of the visit I’ll let you have one glass of ale.”

Her face brightened. “Okay.” She pulled out a rumpled slip of paper from between her corseted breasts. Man I needed to buy her something with pockets. “Here’s the quote for Shay, Lucien.”

Quote: “I’ve been told I’m really good, Mistress.”  ~Wyk

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