Page 108 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

Bells turned back to me.

“Was that all?”

“Yep. Just wanted you to hear it from me.”

“Does Elim know?” Bells asked.

“Yep.”

“Alrighty, then. Girls’ night tonight?”

“You bet.”

Bells patted the still-stupefied Chris’ on the shoulder and left, closing the door behind her.

“I—You—We—Alpha Cory’s going to kill me,” he groaned, locking the door, and slumping down on his chair by the door.

“He’s not going to kill you. At most, he’ll call you with his big brother speech,” I assured him. “Dad, on the other hand...” I trailed off, unable to resist teasing him.

Chris paled at the thought and I couldn’t help giggling.

"You’re not being very nice,” Chris said, crossing his arms.

“That’s what you get for doubting me.” I stuck my tongue out and continued to eat my food.

He came and sat down on the chair by his food, thought better of it, and walked over to my side of the desk. He pushed my chair back until it hit the wall and bent down, kissing me senseless, his arms braced on the armrests, not touching me, but making me feel the heat of his body as he leaned into the kiss.

“If I survive your family, I’ll do my best not to,” he said huskily when he pulled back.

It took me a moment for my brain cells to settle back into functioning order before I understood what he was referring to. By that time, Chris was sitting back down in his seat and eating his lunch, a smug smile on his face as he took in my dazed look.

Chapter Nineteen

Violet

“Alright, you gotta give me all the dirt on how you and Chris finally decided to date,” Bells asked right away, closing my side of the bathroom door, and hooking the little lock after Chris closed his so we could have our girls’ night.

“I will, but you have to promise not to tell anyone at Crescent Moon yet. It’s still new. I don’t need Dad and Cory scaring him away.”

“Deal. If you promise the same. What is talked about in girls’ night, stays in girls’ night.” She stook out her pinky finger.

“Done.” I hooked mine around hers and giggled.

“Okay, dish,” she prompted.

“What are we watching first?” I asked, knowing how little patience Bells had.

Just as I thought, she grabbed a pillow and put it over her face, falling back on the bed and giving a strangled cry. I laughed, picking up the remote.

“We’re watching a Bug’s Life,” Bells answered.

“You already picked?” I asked.

“Well, you keep picking shit that makes me cry, so I came prepared.” She shrugged, opening a bottle of wine and giving me a glass.

I grabbed the remote, found the movie in the Disney Plus catalog and pressed play. I grabbed my wine glass and a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels and settled in to enjoy the movie.

“Well, are you going to dish or not, woman?” Bells asked, impatiently.

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