Book 19: Wicked Witch

Fraser

“This is a swimming pool,” Naomi breathes beside me, her sea-green eyes locked on the wide, but shallow, pool of carved, dark quartz. A steaming waterfall heats the bath, water trickling from the very stone that lines the room. 

“Where are dragons supposed to bathe otherwise?”

“This was not what I meant. The other rooms upstairs had bathtubs for human-sized beings. This is too much.” She waves a hand at the pool and looks up at me expectantly. 

“Last I checked, you were my guest, and this is what I have to offer you.”

“Why can’t I stay in the old rooms where I was this summer?”

“Because they’re occupied by more polite and grateful people as it stands, and I do not want them disturbed.”

“I think the foxes