Page 47 of Monster's Mistake

“What about you?” I ask. “You were so nervous about it.”

“It was amazing,” he responds. “Youwere amazing.”

“I didn’t really do anything,” I point out.

“You accepted me,” he murmurs. “You weren’t scared.”

“Why would I be scared? You’ve never done anything to hurt me, and I don’t think you ever would.” It hurtsmeto think that he’d think I could be scared of him like that.

“A lot of people would be,” he points out. “I’m a ghoul, and you were locked to me, at least for a little bit.”

“And I’m a gorgon. Can you imagine how bad it would have been if Frank had bitten you and I’d turned you into stone again?” I was too busy enjoying myself last night to even have considered that could happen, and I regret it now that I’m realising exactly how badly that could have gone.

“I didn’t even think of that,” he responds.

“I guess that’s how I feel about you being a ghoul,” I say. “It’s not something I think about. Well, that’s not entirely true, I suppose there’s one part of you being a ghoul that I thought about a lot last night.”

He chuckles. “I’m not surprised.”

“Though seriously, next time, we need to keep that potion within reach, because if one of the snakes does decide to bite you, we’re in real trouble.”

“Mmm. Though they seem to be behaving.”

I reach up to my turban. It’s slightly askew from sleep, but the snakes still seem to be slumbering and leaving us be. They’ll be awake before too long, but I might be able to take advantage of them not paying me any attention. “They are.”

“Maybe Frank is even starting to like me,” Meic jokes, though there’s a hint of hope in his words. And I feel it too. I don’t think Frank is going to be onTeam Meicany time soon, but hopefully, he’s going to get there sometime soon.

“You’ve probably got a few more treats to give him first,” I suggest.

“I’m determined to make it happen,” he promises. “By this time next year, he’ll be my best friend.”

I let out a surprisingly loud laugh. “What do Cethin and Afan have to say about that?”

“Cethin will understand, you’re my fated mate.” He rests a hand on my waist, his touch more than welcome. “Afan will grumble about fated mates and how he doesn’t believe it’s possible they exist. If he hasn’t met his by then.”

“You seem convinced that he’s going to.”

“Of course he is. Everyone knows thatsayingyou don’t want your fated mate is the quickest way to attract them,” he says.

“I suppose that makes sense. Why is he so against it?” I trace a circle on his chest, not really thinking about what I’m doing with my hands, just wanting to make the most of every minute we get to spend together.

“That’s something I’d love to know. But I have no idea. I doubt it’s just because Cethin and I found our fated mates.”

“It does seem like it’s stronger than that,” I agree.

“But I also don’t want to talk about him right now.”

“Mmm, fair. Do you have class first thing?”

“You know I do. It’sDivination,” he reminds me.

I groan. “But I don’t want to go and look at tea leaves I can’t read.”

“You are spectacularly bad at it,” he admits. “Maybe you’ll be better at Divination when we move on to the next type.”

“I can’t be worse,” I point out. “You’ve had to help me the entire time.”

“I’m not complaining.”

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