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“I wish I could say I feel sorry for him, but Mirry is vile,” Shelley said.
Drew was in complete agreement with her. Mirry Moor was one of the nastiest people he’d ever encountered. Nothing was redeemable about her. Karma would come calling sooner or later.
“Do you think the negative publicity will harm your resort? I mean, what Mirry did to Drew? It won’t put folks off coming?” Shelley asked.
Drew noted how worried she was. That was something he liked a lot about Shelley; she always considered the ramifications for others.
“No. The footage that Shay just posted is going to drive home the point that we will not risk people’s safety or privacy. The press release will also reiterate that while shaming Mirry for her selfish, self-indulgent, and spoiled attitude. Mirry will be cancelled within a week, and she might learn to be humble,” Killian replied.
“Or maybe not. I don’t think Mirry knows the meaning of the word,” Shay spoke, and Shelley nodded.
“No, I think her education was sorely lacking,” Shelley agreed.
“Which resort would you prefer to move to?” Killian asked, and Shelley and Charlie looked at Drew.
“Fancy some sun?” Drew said with a grin.
“From one extreme to another.” Charlie smirked.
“I only have warm clothes with me,” Shelley interrupted.
“Not a problem. We can shop on the way. The other option is a cruise,” Drew suggested.
“Not so easy to escape on a ship if someone ruins your privacy again,” Shay warned.
“True,” Drew mused. “We’ll keep that back for a last resort. Killian has another eight resorts if this one gets invaded.”
“You own ten resorts?” Shelley gasped.
“Nine and a cruise ship,” Killian corrected.
“Never visit my coffee shop. Jo will sniff you out like a drug dog on a bust,” Shelley muttered.
Drew grinned as Shay frowned, figuring out Shelley’s meaning.
“She’s that bad?” Shay asked.
“That’s a definite yes,” Charlie agreed with Shelley.
“Oh, boy. What is this world coming to?” Shay sighed, and nobody disagreed.
Drew/Ghoul
Drew slipped through the mirror and instantly relaxed as he stood in Mary’s tower. Mary faced him with her resting bitch expression on full display.
“I like her,” Mary stated.
“She’s a nice person,” Drew agreed. He headed to the door, but Mary stopped him.
“Shelley is your mate.”
“I don’t feel a pull, Mary. Shelley’s nice, and I like her a lot. Maybe even care about her a little. But there is no bond,” Drew replied truthfully.
“You wish there were one,” Mary stated astutely.
Drew searched his feelings. “I honestly don’t know. I do and I don’t. The danger never leaves us, and my mate would be as targeted as me. I don’t think Shelley could live with that uncertainty. It is too dark and evil.”
“Drew, I think you’re suppressing the bond unintentionally. Most of us are convinced that she’s your mate.”
