Even as he was distracted by all the ice in the case he couldn’t help but think about Drake. About helping Drake. King was sick of being walked on by Danica and her goons. Did that mean he pulled a Marvel team up with his arch enemy to defeat them? Stop Princess Thundercunt from ruling all of the land?
Shaking his head like a puppy who just got whopped on the nose with a paper he tried to stop thinking about it. Tried to only think about round, oval, princess and emerald cuts.
Glancing over his shoulder he glanced at the fiery woman behind him. He wiggled a handful of fingers at her in a mock wave. Then he leaned forward and with a heavy sigh he laid his head against the glass counter.
“Wouldn’t happen to know what sort of ring I should get? Not psychic are you?” He peeked back at her again. In the world of the weird someone had to know what sort of ring he should get Abby, cause he didn’t. There had to be a freaky deaky telepath or a witch or something that could magically find the answer for him.