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“Well, whatever you choose, you know we’ll have your back.”

“Thanks, Gigi.”

The beep of another call coming in interrupted us. I sighed. “Shit, it’s my parents. I should take this. If I don’t,they’re liable to show up at my door. I think they’re still in town.”

“’Kay. Be strong. Love you.”

“Love you too, bitch. See you tomorrow.”

We made air kisses through the phone like always. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, summoned all the strength I had, and picked up the next call.

Chapter 4

Prax

I quickly read throughthe file on the senator I was supposed to pick up and drive to the airport. This wasn’t a job for Desmon, but for Red Rock Protective Services. Whenever Desmon didn’t have work for me, he either sent me off to help the Red Rock brothers or to play guard at the museum with Mateo. I’d worn a lot of different hats in the last few months.

According to the dossier, Senator Davis and his wife were here for their daughter’s wedding, but the wedding had fallenthrough at the last minute when the groom-to-be didn’t show up. Poor woman. I guess that just went to show that being rich didn’t solveallyour problems—just a lot of them.

Another demon had been booked to take the job, but his mate had fallen ill, and he couldn’t make it, so they’d called on me. Or rather, they’d called on Desmon to call on me. The job was easy enough: pick them up from their hotel and drive them to their daughter’s place for a quick visit before hurrying them to the airport so they didn’t miss their flight.

Unfortunately, they were late for their pickup by almost half an hour, and they’d had so much luggage with them it was ridiculous. They had only been in town for a few days for the wedding! It had taken me forever to load up the luxury armored SUV since it was explicitly stated in the instructions that I was not to use my superhuman strength unless I absolutely had to.

While the senator and his wife, like everyone else, knew monsters and supernaturals existed, Boston wasn’t quite as open-minded as Darlington. There, monsters still tended to hide what they were. That was why Redrock chose a demonic type for this job. We could take on human form very well when we wanted to.

First stop: their daughter’s house. I wasn’t surprised at the beautiful home in one of the newly built gated neighborhoods. It had a perfectly manicured lawn and a BMW parked in the roundabout driveway. I got out of the SUV and checked for danger. I doubted anyone was lurking in the spiral-trimmed bushes, but I made a show of it anyway.

I followed behind as they made their way to the main entrance. A few moments later, the double doors opened.

“You again!”

Penny stood glaring at me from the other side of the door, her hands on her hips and a shocked look on her face.

“That’s no way to greet us!” her mother huffed as she and her husband bustled inside. Wow. They hadn’t even noticed that Penny had been looking at me, not them.

Pennywas the poor woman who had been stood up at her own wedding? Who in their right mind would give up someone like her? No wonder she’d cast the love-finder spell. She deserved much better.

Since I’d popped directly into her living room guided by the summons, I hadn’t even recognized her home at all from the outside.

Her parents walked into the house, frowning at the moving boxes scattered around the living room, and made their way to the couch. The coffee table was still askew.

“I can’t believe you let this happen. Everyone’s laughing at us now.” Her mother’s angry words caught me by surprise.

“At you?” Penny eyed her mother up and down. “I was the one who got stood up.”

“Don’t you know how bad this looks on our family? On your father? It’s all anyone is talking about.”

On them? Her daughter got stood up, and she’s worried about how bad it looks on her father? She just won the Worst Mother of the Year Award from me.

Penny inhaled and exhaled slowly, and I could see her trying to reel in her emotions. “It wasn’t my idea to make the wedding such a big deal. I just wanted something small and intimate. You’re the one who invited all your friends. Well, surprise, now they all know I got dumped at the altar.”

Her mom threw her a withering look of disgust. “Why is it always about you, Penelope? You’ve always been so selfish. Why can’t you be more like your cousin?”

Penny threw up her hands. “Whatever. Sure. It’s my bad, okay? What do you want me to say?”

Her mother gasped. “Penelope! Where are your manners? We are your parents!” She turned to her husband. “Saysomething, Douglas! Your daughter is out of control.”

The senator sighed. “You’re lucky it’s not an election year, young lady. Hopefully, everyone will forget about this nonsense by then. But if you want to keep this house, you’d better fix this problem you created.”

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