63

Nerthus

The gala dinner is by far the worst engagement I ever had.

As I try hard not to faint due to my rising fever, I try to hold the pieces of my heart together that beats painfully in my chest at me being ignored by Arawn.

But the highlight of it is surely reached as he leaves me standing like a moron to go talk to some blonde. She seems to be elated at him talking to her as I can tell from her annoying giggle. I sip my champagne as I keep myself from jumping her and tear out her badly done extensions.

“Look what the cat brought for us to play with.”

I shudder as I turn to look at Jensen but I’m surely feeling more confident to face him here than locked in a car.

“That would make you what? A pet snake?”

He laughs, and I roll my eyes, concentrating back on my angry company as I find him glaring at me.

So, blondie isn’t that interesting.

Jensen starts to talk again as I interrupt him, raising my hand. “Please, my head is killing me. I can’t take your annoying voice now.”

“Oh, come