Page 82 of Fangs for the Memories
“Yes,” she says emphatically. “And if you’re a barrister, I’ll eat my own shoes.”
“I hope you like cheap leather,” Dominik retorts, looking at her feet.
They take their bickering to the other side of the reception while I contemplate the remaining water. I want to be with Ferenc more than anything. The fact he is here, almost withintouching distance, means I’d be prepared to take root in this place.
“Grace?” Lucy is standing over me. She has two red spots on her cheeks, and her eyes are bright. “We’ve come to an agreement. I’m going to take you home, and Dominik and I are going to continue to work on getting Ferenc free.”
“I can’t leave.”
Seemingly out of nowhere, Dominik drops down to my level and gazes into my eyes. “You can, and you will,” he says. “You’ll do it for your mate.”
Grace
Lucy’s living room seems considerably smaller with two black-clad werewolves in it. The pair sit on her couch drinking from bottles of beer and eating an XXL pizza…each.
I watch them from the doorway. Occasionally they exchange remarks in Hungarian which I half understand.
“How are David and Micheal?” Lucy asks as I return to the kitchen where she is typing furiously on her laptop.
“David and Micheal were vampires. The two large males in your lounge are werewolves.” I take a soda out of her fridge and perch on the second stool at her breakfast bar.
“Hairy and Hairier?” Lucy still doesn’t look up. “How are they doing?”
“Worried about their boss but insisting to each other they have to stay to protect me,” I say, my voice cracking on the last few words.
Lucy looks up, shuts her laptop with a snap, and flings an arm around me.
“Dominik is…irritating, but he has a plan, one which I can agree on,” she says begrudgingly, “because it makes legal sense.”
She hands me a crumpled tissue.
“You’re trusting the vampire?”
“No, never trust a vampire,” Lucy growls, but she brightens instantly. “But if what he says is true, if he really does have better connections than Mark, then I believe his plan could work.”
“There’s a plan?”
“There’s always a plan.” Lucy grins at me. “I’ve been filing all the paperwork to the courts. Hopefully we’ll get an emergency telephone hearing tonight. In the meantime, Dominik claims he can get a meeting with the Minister for Monsters and put Ferenc’s case before them.”
I can’t shake the block of ice in my chest where my heart should be.
“And if none of this works, what’s going to happen to Ferenc?”
Lucy squeezes my hand. “Don’t think like that.”
“It’s just…” I raise my eyes to the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears from running down my face. “He saved me from Mark. He did what I could have never done. I owe him.”
“You don’t owe anything to anyone,” Lucy says fiercely. “Mark was an arsehole, and he got what was coming to him.”
“An arsehole who has the ability to decide what happens to Ferenc.”
Lucy gazes at me. “He might think that, but he’s wrong. You’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” She turns back to her laptop.
“The moment where my werewolf mate and the father of my child is in prison because he nearly killed my former fiancé? You have a very active imagination, Lucy.” I sigh.
“I mean the chance to kick Mark right in the plums, physically and metaphorically,” she says with a wicked grin. “For what he’s done to my bestie.”
I am rather pleased Lucy is on my side, I can’t imagine coming up against her.
