Page 32 of Cursed by Death

“Umm… Princess…” She looked at me with wide eyes. “I’m going to assume you’re talking about that Bentley out there. I can’t drive a Bentley.”

Again, I found myself frowning at her. “It’s Ruby, babe. And why the hell not? It’s just a car, I promise you that.”

“Um, no.” she snorted. “It is not just a car. And, Ruby, I live in a bad neighborhood not far from the underground. It’s a shitty apartment complex but it’s all I can afford. I can’t bring a car like that there. Who knows what the hell would happen to it parked there.”

Shit.

She didn’t need to be in a place like that with a little baby boy. I hated that.

“What’s your son’s name?” I asked her.

“Tray.”

“Okay, so, hear me out.” I told her about Thomas and how he’d been murdered in my guest house. About having it cleaned and how I plan on getting extra security on it and around my whole property.

And that, if she wanted, she and her son could live there rent free for however long she wanted.

I expected her to freak out over the whole someone had been murdered there part, but she didn’t seem to care about that in the slightest.

It was the rent-free part she had a problem with. Go figure.

It didn’t take her long to get over it and agree to move into my guest house. If she and Tray stayed long term I’d have to add on an entire bedroom but it was perfect for them for now. Or, if they needed more space they could just move into the big house. It was huge and I was the only person who lived in it.

She told me that she would have moved into Rally’s pack house immediately after her husband’s death because she knew she couldn’t go it alone but there were no available rooms. She said Rally had been looking into housing for her and Tray.

I left that alone when I really wanted to jump on it with both feet.

I could absolutely help so much with something like that. And I wanted to.

I filed it away in my brain for later.

I told her to give me two days to have some new furniture brought in there and to set up the moving company for her but she could come and look at it tomorrow and get her Jeep. She tried to argue with me and she lost.

We exchanged numbers and I felt like a teenage girl for the first time in my life. I was absolutely giddy with emotion and I couldn’t remember a time I had ever felt like that.

Hunter from the garage drove her home and when he hugged me, whispering in my ear how he thought I was amazing, I almost cried. He also told me that on his lunch break tomorrow he’d bring her and Tray over to my place.

I had already made two friends amongst the shifter people and I felt great about it.

The only friends I had ever had were the two twins standing apart from the rest of us but watching everything with a very critical eye.

If they badmouthed the shifters to me I might actually stab someone today. I wasn’t going to put up with anything like that.

Most of the shifters left after that. Three of them stayed behind with Rally and one of them was the man he’d spoken to at the underground. I really needed to learn his name because I thought he was high ranking and important to the Prince.

It didn’t bother me in the slightest that Rally didn’t introduce me to them. He was probably scared I might buy them boats and adopt their children or something. I couldn’t exactly say that I blamed him after what I had done here today. I couldn’t seem to help myself though. And I absolutely would not apologize to the man for doing the right thing.

When the majority of the shifters had left the twins finally approached us fully, not stopping until they were directly infront of me. It was very obvious that they didn’t care about anyone else other than me standing here.

“Why are you here and what do you want?” I asked the twins as I crossed my arms over my chest. I meant business and I wasn’t interested in anything else.

“You’ve certainly grown up, Ruby Jane,” Bane said as his eyes scraped over my body from head to foot. “You’re beautiful. Then again, I’m not surprised. You were always a pretty little girl.”

I did not like hearing his words in the slightest. I knew I wasn’t ugly, I wasn’t blind, but I didn’t need him showing up here out of the blue and pointing it out to me.

What sort of game were they attempting to play here? The kind I wanted no part in.

“What do you want, hunter?” I semi repeated through gritted teeth.

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