After Cecil and I made up, we shared the last bit of vodka from the bottle. It burned a little going down, but it was a good kind of burn. The kind that made you feel alive. She gave me a tired smile and then headed downstairs, probably to rejoin the party and forget the drama for a while or maybe search for her mate.I stayed back and pulled out my phone. I texted Zara to check who the occupants of the other rooms were and I was sure she understood the tasks. She replied almost immediately, saying she was on it. Once that was done, I headed back into the room where Victor was. He was awake now, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling. He was still shirtles.“Hey” I said softly, not wanting to startle him, which was a very absurd thought, knowing he must have heard me coming.He turned his head to look at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey.”“Feeling better?” I asked as I gently closed the door and walked over to the bed.“Yes,” He admitted, sitting up slowly. "I didn't mea
“I swear, if I find out you're joking, I'm going to kill you. Like, really kill you,” Cecil said, swirling the reddish hangover liquid in the ceramic bowl, watching me with a suspicious eye.She’d woken up about eighteen minutes ago, demanding to know what had happened and how she ended up drunk with a very non-human alcohol. I had brought the bottle with us to show her when she woke up. I wanted her to see how careless she’d been.“I have to make lunch, Cecil. Stop keeping me here,” I groaned, uncrossing my legs and crossing them again.“Well, the story doesn’t line up,” she said, placing the bowl on the counter. “I got really, seriously drunk, and somehow you found me in the car of this insanely hot redhead who said he is my mate, right?”I nodded.She continued, “And then you took me away from him with a promise that you were going to set up a date for both of us to meet since you didn’t trust him that much. And you collected his number. Then he helped you take me into the Parkhous
I knew it wasn’t right to worry someone who was on a date, so I grabbed my bag and the rest of my essentials and bolted out of the house the moment I got a call from Victor. He told me to come to Hatty's Hospital immediately.A bloody fight had broken out between two women. The offender was found dead—or in this case, she was too weak to heal and died halfway to the hospital. The victim suffered traumatic brain shock, internal fatal trauma, and third-degree burns all over her body. The burns were caused by wolfsbane and may have been the main cause of death.**1 HOUR, 30 MINUTES AGO**Cecil twirled in her dress in front of the mirror, giggling while I packed all her makeup and put it back in the boxes. And people think a Luna gets more respect and rest. “Okay, seriously, you need to go. Haven't you heard of the saying; if you keep staring at your reflection, you're going to be ugly. You haven't heard of it?” I pushed the boxes under her shoe shelf since I wasn't tall enough to put
Damon still had that worried look on his face, and he looked so uneasy that I started to wonder why. He was usually a deranged asshole who didn’t need or appreciate the care I gave him. But if he was this worried, then I feared whatever it was about had a way of affecting me too.Victor and I approached Damon, Selene, and Zara where they stood at the front of the ward. Probably where the victim’s body was. Zara collected my bag and handed me a bunch of papers about the victim. It was too much to read, so I handed them back to her, telling her to brief me later as I was more interested in whatever discussion Victor was going to have with Damon.“Is he done running the tests?” Damon asked, his eyes darting from me to Victor.What tests?Victor nodded. “Yes, nothing. Not a witch.”I looked at Victor. “A witch?”“The doctor thinks it was a witch, since finding wolfsbane is normal for them. The defendant doesn’t remember what happened, and that is not normal.”“Her head was bandaged, thoug
As I walked back out into the hallway, I saw Victor leaning against the wall, speaking into the phone. He looked tense, his other hand in his pocket. I waited for him to end the call, and when he shoved the phone into his pocket, he asked, “How are you holding up?”I shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. “It’s a lot to take in. But I'll figure it out. I always do.”He gave me a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah, you will.”I sighed. “I have to leave now. Cecil has a date, and I wouldn’t want her to be alone when she comes back.”“Sure,” he pointed to his ear, reminding me to call once I reach home.I nodded and left, heading towards the exit. Zara was in the front seat of the car with the driver. She tried to come down to open the door for me, but I shook my head, signaling her to stay put. I got into the car and grabbed my phone from my bag, which was already in the back seat.As we drove off, I texted Cecil to check on her date. ‘How’s it going with Mr. Perfect?’ I typed quickly
After Cecil fell asleep, I found myself wide awake, so I ended up spending the rest of the night chatting with Victor. It wasn’t just a casual conversation; it was intimate and personal, the kind of discussion that leaves you feeling both nervous and excited. We talked about everything and nothing, our future and fantasies, our hopes and fears and also nudes. Hehehe! He was naughty.The next morning, I watched Cecil drive away. We exchanged hugs, and I stood there until her car was just a dot in the distance. Once she was gone, I headed out for some grocery shopping. The store was its usual bustling self, filled with people pushing their carts and chatting in the aisles. I grabbed what I needed quickly, eager to get back home and avoid the crowd and to make lunch as early as possible. The aisles were crowded, and I had to navigate through the throngs of people, their chatter and laughter creating a lively background noise. I noticed a young couple arguing over which brand of cereal to
I woke up feeling groggy, the events of yesterday still clear and going round heavily on my mind. Damon had left early this morning for the trip to lunar with his secretary Selene, leaving me to get killed by whoever that burglar was.Of course , he was heartless like that. As I sat at the breakfast table, pushing cereal around in my bowl, my phone buzzed. I had a video call scheduled with Luxury to check in on the business. The call was pasted in a blur. I nodded and gave half-hearted responses as Elizabeth and Jennie updated me on the sales and upcoming events and also some VIP customer lately. My mind kept drifting back to what happened yesterday, making it hard to focus. Once the call was over, I tried to shake off the unease and decided to freshen up. I couldn't stay here alone any for another day.What if whoever has been stalking me, or the burglar broke in.I pulled on a ruffled skirt and a matching shirt, trying to put some effort into my appearance even though I felt anyt
The next morning, I heard the familiar sound of Victor's car pulling up downstairs. Panic set in, and I rushed to put everything back in its place. I moved the sofa and other things I had used to wedge the door shut. I didn't want Victor to think I was paranoid or, worse, losing my mind like Damon had hinted at when I lost my baby.He walked in and immediately noticed my sweaty, disheveled appearance. I should have done something about it sooner. Stupid me.He raised an eyebrow. “What were you up to? You look homeless,” he asked.I tried to sound as casual as I could. "Just tidying up a bit. How was work?""Tiring," he replied with a weary sigh. "I just want to squish my head into your boobs right now.”See, naughty.We chatted briefly about his day as he headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I took the opportunity to microwave the leftover spaghetti and set the table. When he came out, I served him dinner, and he seemed to relax a bit.After he finished eating, I offered to give him