Page 47 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding
“Right?” Pandora asked, pulling her hair back into a clip, shrugging on her coat, then making her way to the door.
Where she almost plowed right into Elias, who was standing there with his arm raised, poised to knock.
“Pandora,” he said, glancing at her work place logo, then back up at her face.
“Is that him? The vampire?” Lucy asked.
“It is,” Elias replied.
“What are you doing here?” Pandora asked, glancing past him into the hall, but not seeing anyone else lingering around.
“Your mother asked me to escort you to work this evening,” he told her.
“Ooh. This is getting juicy,” Lucy said in Pandora’s ear.
She could barely think with her own thoughts in her head, let alone Lucy’s.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Luce,” she said, hanging up and dropping her mobile into her pocket.
“I don’t need an escort. But thanks anyway,” Pandora said, pushing past him to make her way down the steps before Elias could say anything further.
She felt him following her, but he said nothing until they were on the first floor.
“I’m afraid I must insist.”
“Why are you doing this?” Pandora asked, whirling on him.
“Taking you to work?”
“No. Yes.”
“Which one is it?”
“Both,” she said, throwing up a hand. “Why are you here? Why are you playing this game?”
“I can assure you it isn’t a game,” he told her.
“It has to be a game. You don’t even know me.”
“Which is the purpose of escorting you to work.”
“I’mengaged,” she said, turning and walking toward the door, ignoring Bellatrix and her mother in the sitting room as she went. She was too angry to speak to her mother right then. She would end up saying something she’d regret.
“I noticed.” Elias followed her down the cobblestone path, then along the road, staying half a step behind her, despite being longer-legged with a bigger stride.
“And yet you are following me to work.”
“Are you concerned you might cheat on your fiancé with me?” Elias asked, making Pandora turn and gape at him.
“Of course not.”
“Then why does it matter if I tag along?”
Oh, only because she was lying to her whole family and also lying to her fake fiancé, and she really needed to be able to talk about it openly to the only person who knew the whole story. And his presence was only going to make that harder.
“Suit yourself,” she said, turning away. “But you have to buy something to sit there all night.”
“That will not be a problem.”
