Page 3 of Scarred Sacrifice
“Who says I wanted it? It was just a question. I’m curious, is all,” she mutters. I smirk. She’s full of shit.
“Come on, I need a coffee before we try to figure out what to do with the asshole’s daughter,” I state, spritzing on some perfume before striding out of my room.
The smell of coffee floats its way to me, tempting me like a vampire to blood. I grab my mug and fill it with the beautiful nectar. Holding it close to my lips, I sniff in the aroma before taking a sip. I groan as the caffeine flows through my soul.
“God damn, that’s good coffee,” I sigh.
“You know I worry about your addiction to coffee,” Bernie tuts, handing me a plate with a cinnamon bun on it.
I grin and take it, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “Morning, Bernie.” I smile.
She huffs as she places her hands on her hips. Bernie was the last original member. She was my mom’s best friend, and she was there with her until the end. I take a large bite out of the cinnamon bun and moan.
“Damn, you just get better and better at these,” I compliment through a mouthful.
“Don’t try and distract me with flattery. I know two of the lap dogs spent the night with you last night.” She tuts.
“Three, actually.” I shrug before taking another bite.
She rolls her eyes. “It’s damn near midday. Sleeping away half the day.”
“I was tired, up most of the night fucking. A girl needs her rest,” I state, fighting a smile as I purposefully stoke her annoyance.
“Morrigan!” she snaps. “Think of the diseases.”
“Ew, Bernie, you know the lap dogs are all checked regularly,” Eden interjects.
“Well, it ain’t right,” Bernie says, scrunching up her nose.
I drink more of her coffee and give her a pointed look. “Don’t come at me with the whole Mother Teresa thing, Bernie. I know exactly what you and Mom would get up to,” I counter.
Bernie blushes. “I don’t know what you mean,” she blatantly lies.
“That rock band that you both invited back here,” I state.
“They were just staying the night. Their tour bus broke down,” Bernie defends.
“I suppose the same thing happened to the basketball team, the hockey team, and that biker club that was passing through,” I list off.
Eden snorts a laugh, and Bernie coughs, clearing her throat. “Well, times were different then,” she says dismissively.
“Clearly not that different, or the Savage Sisters MC wouldn’t have to still be here,” I point out.
Bernie shakes her head. “Well, clearly things change and evolve apart from men.”
“Preach!” Eden cheers.
“So, what’s on today’s schedule?” Bernie asks.
I lick the frosting off my fingers. “Well, I’m going for a ride, and then I’ve got a self-defence class. All the while, we need to think about what to do with Isabella Sparks.”
“What do you want the rest of us to do?” Eden asks.
I shrug. “Might be a good idea to look into the other applications.”
Eden nods. “I will get Betsy to do background checks on them.”
“You know, with all these applications, we will soon need a bigger Sanctuary,” Bernie points out.
