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“My mom is hard on me because she loves me.” “No, Fern. If your mother said those things to anyone else, would you find it acceptable? If she called me ‘fat’, would that be ok?” “No, definitely not!” “Then why is it alright for her to say it to you?” Seraphina's question lingers in the air. I understand her point, but how do I explain my sense of obligation without sounding like a nut job? “It’s not right, but she’s my mom…”
“You deserve happiness. You deserve to feel good about yourself and to be treated with dignity and respect. More actually—you deserve to be treated like a queen.
“Please stop acting like I’m some rock star.” “But you are! You just don’t know it yet, but you will.” “And why’s that?” “I have a feeling your Anubis is going to show you.” “He’s not my Anubis,” I mutter, blushing. “Sounds like he could be if you wanted…”
The duality inside of me fights, my alpha side, as usual with Fern, rising to the top as I envision her spread on an altar for me to do with as I please. Damned alpha instincts nearly have me getting up to tackle the woman out the door to have my wicked way with her. Down boy.
We chat about our jobs, and I love the passion Fern has for her café. I could listen to her talk for hours. The way her eyes light up every time I ask about an ingredient or specialty tea stirs the long-dormant urge to claim someone as my mate—specifically, her.
“Erm, well, this is my favorite season there. I love making all the spiced drinks and pumpkin goodies.” “You remind me of autumn—vivid, warm, and bursting with color.”
“Sounds…chocolatey.” “Very. Sometimes a girl just wants to lose herself in a vat of dark, velvety goodness.” Ahnou coughs, and I realize I pretty much described him and amend my first impression from tall, dark, and deadly to tall, dark, and delicious.
“If you really think you can just waltz into my wife’s life and take my place, you’ve got another thing coming, dog.” I stifle a groan at the unimaginative slur. “Firstly, she’s not your wife. Secondly, it’s jackals. Anubis look like jackals—although we aren’t.” “Huh?” “You called me a dog, but it’s actually jackals that we’re most similar to in appearance. Although, jackals and dogs are all part of the canid family, along with foxes and wolves.” “Are you too stupid to know I’m insulting you?” “Oh, no, I understood, but since your insult was incorrect, I figured I would help you sound more
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It’s my hope that she forgets until Ahnou is finished and gone before I sit down and confront her about…well, everything. Taking my tax money. Giving it to Chet. Having a spare key made. Giving it to Chet. Never helping me with my dyslexia. Fuck, this list could on for days. I cough, drawing back my mother’s attention. “Would you like a pumpkin-apple turnover?” “Gross, Fern. Do I look like I want to weigh as much as you?” “THAT’S IT! LISTEN UP, YOU BI—”
