Page 97 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding
“This does not bode well for my future career in lecturing if my voice puts you right to sleep,” Victor said, voice soft, his breath rustling her hair.
“I haven’t had someone read to me in a really long time,” Pandora said, not moving. Not yet. “It was very soothing. And mixed with the smooth ride …”
“Speaking of, I think we know our location.” Victor nodded toward the windows directly across from them.
Curiosity piqued, Pandora reluctantly moved away from Victor to look out the window.
And as she did, she felt her belly knot up.
In the distance, she could see rugged peaks standing in contrast to the rolling hills dotted with olive groves and villages.
The coastline sparkled to the north, turquoise waters meeting golden beaches.
There weren’t many places in the world with water like she was seeing.
This was clearly the Mediterranean.
And that village full of blue-washed buildings?
That could only be one place.
Chefchaouen.
The Blue Pearl of Morocco.
Ambrosia had sent them to Morocco.
“Ma’am?” Mikhail interrupted her thoughts, making her turn. “Your gran—”
“Ambrosia,” Pandora cut him off.
“Yes, Ambrosia wanted me to give you this,” he said, passing her a small envelope.
Ignoring the sloshing sensation in her stomach, she tore it open, finding a small card inside. Within the card, just a simple message from her great-great-grandmother.
You need to see how incompatible you are with a human.
Enjoy the next three days with your betrothed.
In the unyielding sun.
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“Morocco, wow,” Victor said as they watched a car pull down the airstrip, as if waiting for them.
As Pandora tried not to panic.
Three days in sunny Morocco.
No trusty London fog or rain to make it easier for her to move around without worrying about burning or incinerating.
What the hell was she going to do?
Even as the thought formed, though, she remembered the visit from her brother right before she’d left. The large tube he’d given her. The same tube she’d stuffed into her bag before zipping it up.
She had the vampire sunscreen.
So while she hadn’t had room to pack a parasol, she could slather herself in the sunscreen, wear long layers for her “circulation issues” and wear her big, wide-brimmed hat.
