Page 67 of High Stakes and Soulmates
“Why are you pestering my wolf?” Casimir asks when he comes into the room. And even though werewolves have no control of themselves during a full moon, this werewolf is immediately fixated on Casimir.
It’s like even when he loses all control, he only has eyes for Casimir, and that’s so irritatingly romantic.
“Because you said you wouldn’t listen to my woes. Who else was I going to tell them to? Unless youdowant to hear them?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Cyrus is running off with a man tonight,” I say.
“I heard. I also heard where you said that he told you it was platonic… do you need a dictionary to look that up? I wouldn’t mind smacking you with one,” Casimir declares.
“Sounds vicious and uncalled for.”
“What else is uncalled for is your inability to listen to people. When Cyrus says it’s platonic, why don’t you believe him?”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Nonsense, of course.”
“Of course,” Casimir says with much sarcasm.
“You think it’s nonsense too, don’t you?” I ask Julian.
He growls in a “Totally nonsense” way. Clearly, he understands me and is willing to side with me instead of that atrocious man.
There’s a knock on the door, and I’m shocked when Casimir happily goes, “Come in.”
Yorick comes bounding in, all smiles. “Good evening, my lovely pals. My bestest of friends. I was rather bored, and when I’m bored, I tend to wander over here. What are you two up to?”
“Just sitting with Julian and telling him my woes,” I admit.
Julian growls out his answer of what he’s up to. It’s rather dramatic and long-winded.
“Julian says he’s bored and wants to play,” Casimir announces, locking the door to the room. It’s said in a very creepy way. It’s how I feel a serial killer would say it before sending their victims off into the woods where they will chase and hunt them.
Yorick’s eyes narrow as he looks from the locked door back to the crate. Evidently, he’s starting to understand why Casimir was so eager to invite him inside. “Is he now? He looks quite content,” Yorick says when Casimir opens the crate. Julian slowly moves out, eyes fixated on Yorick while he creeps toward him.
“Ha… ha ha… Puppers… the way you’re looking at me… it’s rather cute but also rather not.”
Julian’s crouched down as he stalks toward Yorick while Casimir beams at him.
“Ha… Casimir… I feel like maybe the puppers should stay in his pupper rage cage? Yeah? I do have to agree with myself. Ezio?”
“Spending hundreds of years with Casimir has taught me that he’s going to do what he wants to do. And what he wants to do is cause the most harassment to others,” I assure Yorick as Julian lunges at him. Yorick is faster and outruns him, but Julian is now just chasing him around the tiny room.
Casimir is grinning when he looks over at me. “Do we want to place bets?”
“On what? Whether or not Julian bites him?” I ask.
“I would prefer hugs, not bites! Puppers, please. Doesn’t that sound delightful?” Yorick asks as he jumps on top of Julian’s cage. Julian is now circling around it like a shark waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
“I was wondering why you so excitedly let him in the room,” I say.
“Yorick is having fun, aren’t you, Yorick? What’s more fun, playing tag with your friends or sitting at home alone?” Casimir asks.
“I do have to admit this is more fun. Being home is rather boring and lonely. I’m not a fan of boringorlonely. And if I’m going to dress up and look this good, then I insist someone see it!” he says as Julian leaps up and Yorick hops off the other side.
“Ha… you are too slow, you adorable thing! Are those fluffy little feet only for prancing?”
“I’d be careful throwing jabs at him,” I warn.
