Page 60 of My Monster's Keeper
The hallway is white. Glittering white. Like it’s frozen white.
Becky reaches out and whimpers. “Please no. Frost!” She shouts urgently.
She goes to run, but I catch her first, lifting her up. The last thing I’m going to allow is her poor, unprotected feet to get hurt.
“I need to see each room,” she says to me.
I take her from room to room. Her electronics are frozen. She stares at them sadly. I take her to her bedroom, but when we try, neither of us can open her wardrobe. When she goes into the toilet, the water inside is frozen, but the throne is shattered.
She picks up a bra. It’s one long line of frozen material.
“Damnit, Frost.”
She turns on the spot, and when he walks in, his scowl fierce, I can almost see how defensive he is.
Becky spins and pins him with a wrathful glare. “You! You beautiful idiot!” She stalks towards him, and I expect her to hit him or yell, but she stands on her tiptoes, grabs his face,and drags him down to her and slams their lips together.
When she pulls back, she pulls out her phone and glares down at the screen. “Diablos, you need to send another team to fix the house. We need to stay at a hotel.”
I hear Diablos cursing. But Becky hangs up on him and holds her arms out to me. I lift her easily into my arms.
“Come on, Frost.”
The stunned Fae obediently follows us as we pick up Puppy and Wilder.
“Nice kill, Princeling,” Wilder says with a pat on Frost’s back. The problem is that although I know we’ve somehow done the wrong thing, none of us are sure what we did wrong, and, judging by the results, I can’t find a reason to care.
Chapter 17
Becky
Itold Diablos where to go in a thousand different ways. Then explained calmly to Hartley that my boys needed a few lessons about how to be human, and I was taking two weeks to assess and educate.
Hartley relayed the information to Diablos, who considered my demand and agreed that it would be cheaper. I listen to their conversation and roll my eyes before hanging up.
“That was twenty minutes of my life I’m never getting back.”
I pace around Diablos’ huge house. He invested in an old church with vaulted ceilings, which is good because, apparently, with anger comes the big crimson and horned rage demon. I cross my arms, unimpressed with his bluster.
He picks up a piano and hurls it.
Stix tsks.
They’re winding him up and, to be honest, I’m finding it mildly amusing.
“Do you know how much it costs to unfreeze a house?” Diablos shouts. “Everything is ruined, and you aren’t staying at the Milford! It’s the most expensive hotel there is. No way.”
He pouts and whines, turning a sad look on Hartley.
“Help me.”
“I would, but you know all the eyes make everything extra spicy.”
Diablos’ eyes gleam. “I love your dirty little mind.”
Hartley slumps back in the seat, proud and pleased.
I, on the other hand, could have done without that info. If the two of them are into exhibitionism, I’m sure there’s a kink club with a dungeon.
