Page 83 of Heir of the Beast

Mort sighs. “That’s a horrible saying.”

“I know,” I say as I frown. “Breasts are just breasts? And what about the vagina?”

Mort smiles. “I think she said the heart is more than a vagina.”

We both have a good laugh, then lay back on the bed. I look over to Mort and exhale. “Laura made some points that are bugging me.”

Mort bites her lip. “Can you trust her though? She is clearly threatened.”

“Are they going for a carriage ride?”

Mort sits up and starts typing. “I can see if Leenie has logged it in. She does not have to log activities, but some do to rub it onto other agent’s faces on their progress. I am willing to bet she will be logging this.”

Mort is silent for a few more seconds then, “Yes, they are.”

“That asshole!”

What is Apollo up to?!

Mort glances at me slyly. “Didn’t Tarren say he wanted to have a carriage ride with you this morning? Apollo could be trying to blackmail you into revealing your secret. Just a hunch.”

I smile. “Blackmail? I think you mean taunt me into a jealous rage and tell him everything. And yes, Tarren did.”

Mort types more. “Pierce says you are not allowed to talk about Fairy Godmother Inc. until the end.”

“What?” I glance at her.

“We normally do not disclose this information until the end, but this is a unique situation.

“At the end of the three months, we tell the man in question the truth. And on the last day, if he comes for you, it is a testament of his love and happily-ever-after.

“If he does not, we fail. We cannot have lies in the end, so we always reveal everything.” Mort looks at me.

“Wait—so in the past, this has worked? You tell the prince the woman he has fallen in love with is from a different planet? And he is cool with that?” I ask, disbelieving. It’s a recipe for disaster.

“In most cases, it has worked out perfectly, but in some cases, it was a little more difficult. But when the man truly loves the woman, he does not care where she comes from, and that’s how we know it’s true love.”

She gets up and walks to the window.

“Huh,” is all I say.

“Yeah, so you will tell him eventually, just not right now,” she says, still staring out the large bay window.

“Sure is a pretty day today. A great day to make Apollo Augustus Garthorn jealous out of his mind. The prick.”

I smile at Mort.

Apollo asked Laura for a carriage ride? Not sure what he is trying to do but I know I am not going to fall prey to the jealousy game without a battle.

I will fight fire with fire.

“Mort, send a message to Tarren. I would love a carriage ride.”

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“Pierce, do your worst.”

Mort is typing and nodding while eating a cheese pastry, crumbs falling as she works.

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