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The old me, the one who flinched at Adken’s disapproval, had lived in fear. No more. I still feared, but it wouldn’t control me, not anymore.
Book boyfriends were the best. They never stood me up, never talked back, and best of all, they never betrayed me.
“Ambulance,” he barked, and someone distant acknowledge his command. “Request a vampire; there’s an enthrallment in place too strong for me to break without hurting her. I can’t tell if there’s an underlying beguilement or not. It’s a sloppy job. I hate sloppy jobs. Dangerous, stupid dick!”
Prince Charming didn’t ride a white horse; he wore worn shoes, worked with law enforcement, and as needed, helped plan a murder.
“If you can’t trust me with anything else, trust me with this. I’ll do my best to treat you far better than he ever could, as I don’t want to die.”
“I can work with that. Carry on with your seduction, Mr. Jenkins. I don’t have all day.”
My daughter gulped. “I’ve learned something very important today.” Crossing my arms, I regarded my daughter with a raised brow. “What did you learn today?” “Don’t screw with Mom.” The pride in her voice helped. “That’s right, baby. Don’t screw with Mom. Not only does she get mad, she gets even.”
It’s not every day a goddess rather explicitly tells me what I should be doing with her mother.
“I killed my ex with a sharp rock, and I’m seriously contemplating dumping his body in a hole my lover dug with a lot of help from my son. I’m pretty sure we all need therapy.”
