Page 46 of Snows Sinful Seven

Dallas' face softens as he sighs heavily. “Fine.”

“Yay.” I clap my hands excitedly.

“But...” He gives me a hard look. “You need a better disguise if you’re going to keep going into the village.”

I nod in agreement. “We can pick something up while we’re in town.”

“You’re going to stick with me? No running off?”

“Only if you call up Mrs. Bark and ask if she’s heard anything from Regina.” I chew on my lower lip.

With each passing day, I grow more and more worried. I’ve been dependent on things around the house to keep my mind off everything, but I’m starting to get a little stir-crazy.

The guys still haven’t come up with a plan yet on how to deal with my father. I don’t blame them. This isn’t going to be easy. It’s not something that can just be taken care of in the blink of an eye.

I just wish they had some kind of starting point so a plan could be made.

“That I can do.” He nods.

“Lovely.” I grin. “Let me go get dressed.”

A few minutes later, I’m back in the kitchen after changing into a deep green dress. I’m going to need to pick up a few other things to wear, too. Because there’s only so many times I can wear the same dress before I start to hate it.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, finding the place empty apart from me and Dallas.

“Work.”

“Oh.” Disappointment fills me.

“You okay, Princess?” Dallas murmurs, stepping closer to me. I bite my lip as he grips my chin, lifting my face to look up at him. He’s so handsome, so pretty with his soft grey fur. I can not be crushing on friends. No, my... roommates? I don’t even know what we really are.

“I’m fine,” I lie.

He doesn’t believe me. “Snow.”

“It’s silly.” And that’s how I feel—that it’s silly to be upset because they didn’t say goodbye.

“What is?”

“Why I’m sad.”

“Why are you sad?” The soft pad of his thumb brushes against my cheek, and I feel like whining.What is wrong with me?

“Because they left.” I cast my eyes down the best I can. “And they didn’t say goodbye.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pulling me into his arms. My eyes flutter close as I let his scent blanket over me. Cinnamon and clove. Just like the others, it comforts me. Makes me feel safe and warm. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. I know they’re all going to be counting down the minutes before they can come home to see you.”

“I’m sorry.” I rub my forehead against his soft chest. “It’s silly of me to be so upset. They don’t know me very well—we only met a week ago. I shouldn’t be expecting anything from anyone.”

“Snow.” His voice is soft as he rubs his hand down the back of my head before cradling it in his massive palm. I peek up at him, cheeks heated in embarrassment. “It’s not silly. The guys and I, we love having you here. You're part of the family now. Doesn’t matter if it’s only been a few weeks, days, or hours. We care about you.”

“You do?” I whisper, a funny feeling twisting around in my belly.

“We would kill for you,” he declares so strongly that I feel the sincerity in my bones.

Lowering my head, I pull myself closer to him to hide the tears threatening to spill over.

“Come on.” His voice is husky as he gives me one last squeeze. “Sally will be waiting for us.”

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