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“Ok, oh wise one, how do I get her to like me again then?”

“You grovel.”

“But I didn’t actually do anything wrong,” I replied.

“You still have to grovel.” She shrugged.

“I should have known you were going to say something like that,” I muttered as I shoved off from the door frame, heading into my house to plan how to get Haven to like me.

Nolan stood from his spot and followed me.

“Wait!” Maddie shouted and ran to her school stuff. “Here!” she said as she handed me a piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

“My snack list.”

I glanced over it. “Maddie, there are at least thirty things on this list!”

“Selections, Wes! You have to have selections! Plus, I’m a growing she-lycan. You wouldn’t want to deprive me, would you?” she added, giving me her signature wolf pup eyes, and I caved.

“Fine, I’ll have them by next weekend.”

Damn it. I was turning into a puddle like my dad. I hoped I never had girl pups, because if I did, they would own me.

An image of a tiny female pup with long red hair and big blue eyes running along the shore of the lake popped into my head, and I swear my lycan let out a small whimper.

“What was that?” Nolan asked.

“Nothing,” I grunted. “It was nothing.” I cleared my throat and headed towards my home office. “Let’s go figure out how I’m going to grovel.”

CHAPTER 19

HAVEN

I stood in front of the mirror in the costume shop, staring at my reflection. Bolt after bolt after bolt of colored fabrics and rack after rack of costumes surrounded me, but I fixated my eyes on the costume on my body.

The bodice of the purple costume had a sweetheart neckline, with off-the-shoulder flutter sleeves adorned with flower petals. The petals also decorated the bodice, with rhinestones and flowers that started at the top of the neckline and met in the middle, all the way down to the skirt.

The skirt itself was a brilliant design—the fabric made to look like individual petals of a flower, starting in a deep purple near the top and fading out to white at the edge, with more rhinestones scattered throughout.

And glitter. There was glitter everywhere.

“Ouch!” I cried out, breaking my concentration on myself.

“You were doing it again,” Maya scolded.

“Doing what again?”

“Yourport de bras. I told you to hold still; otherwise, you’ll get jabbed.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, clasping my hands in front of my stomach so I wouldn’t be tempted to move them anymore.

She put the last pin in place and then stood up from the floor. “So? What do you think?” she asked.

This was the first time I’d gotten to see the actual costume. My last fitting had been with the mockup, and the tutu design had changed since then. This design was much more intricate, and I couldn’t even fathom how many hours it had taken to piece it together.

“It’s beautiful,” I told her. “But it’s so glittery. This will take at least a week to disappear from my skin, and by then, the ballet will be live, and then I’ll just be glittery for life.”

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