Page 140 of Heir of the Beast

She frowns. “Mammals on Earth mate. I read that.”

“Yeah, for animals, Mort.”

She stares at me.

“Never mind, just tell Pierce to make me a killer gown. It’s okay that I attend, right?” I try not to panic.

“Oh yes, there are a ton of women here. Have you seen how big this place is?” she asks while typing.

~Oh perfect.~

~I bet they are having a heyday with Apollo.~

I close my eyes and curse. Why do I feel so panicky? I think I just need to see him and talk to him to make sure we’re okay. ~Gosh,~ I sound like a lovesick moron.

“Pierce already has a red gown in stock he wants to use, he just needs to adjust it to your size. He says five minutes. He has ten people working overtime on it,” Mort confirms.

“Awesome,” I say, pacing around. “Hurry, hurry,” I say to myself.

“Oh! I got something for you.”

I glance at Mort with an eyebrow raise. “Well, it’s from Laura.”

“What?”

Two large drinks appear in her hand. “Tequila drink—from Pierce at Laura’s request.”

I laugh, covering my mouth, feeling so touched. “This is amazing,” I say, and take one, gazing at it like it’s the Holy Grail. “I really needed this.” I laugh. It tastes amazing—a refreshing margarita.

I hear a choking sound.

“This tastes really bad,” Mort says with a grimace, and puts her drink down with a shiver.

“It’s delicious, Mort,” I purr as I drink more, feeling its calming warmth. “It has alcohol in it, that’s probably what you’re not liking.”

I do not want to see Mort drunk right now.

I need her.

Drinking my lovely margarita, I wait, loving that I feel so much calmer. Stress is gone like the wind. ~Thank you, Laura~. “Ready?”

Mort types more, then nods. “Ready.”

I spin like Cinderella. I know the drill. My green gown transforms into a ravishing ruby ballgown. I gasp, my hands feeling the satin fabric that seems to be spun from pure hellfire.

“Oh,” I murmur as I feel the V-dipping neckline and tight waist. The rich fabric flows out at the hips like glistening rubies.

Mort starts clapping.

I feel my hair and I can tell Pierce did an updo fit for a queen. “Mirror,” I breathe.

Mort shows me a hand mirror and I laugh, covering my mouth. I look stunning. The ruby of my lips matches my gown flawlessly. I am seduction personified.

My raven hair is glossy and piled high on my head, elegantly accenting my long neck.

“Tell Pierce this is incredible.” I glance at my smooth skin, my high cheekbones highlighted by a dark blush. My eyes are classic and sultry, making my discolored gaze seem to glow.

I feel devious, cunning, confident, ~sexy.~

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