Page 15 of The Baby Hex
Because of course he called a fucking limo. He wouldn’t be Teal if he didn’t go all out.
My phone vibrated in my pocket with a text.
TEAL:It’s the day you met your true-mate. You deserve to arrive in style.
I rolled my eyes and turned off my phone. I had enough of his good vibes bullshit for one night.
Chapter Eight
Pierce
Mori blinked up at us, groggy and cursing under his breath. Preston had filled me in on his brother’s ‘fainting spells.’ The bear had done a complete one-eighty since finding out that I was Crilus’s true-mate. He even offered to share his snacks with me now that I didn’t need to keep both hands on the wheel. Though, they weren’t that appetizing after he nearly bludgeoned me to death with them.
“Fucking Dern,” Mori swore under his breath again. “Fucking asshole. Hope he gets ghost mange.”
“Yeah, he’s an asshole,” Preston agreed, patting his twin’s forehead with a cool cloth.
Mori shooed his hand away and murmured something about how he wasn’t dying. Headlights played around the edges of the window shade and both Preston and I stood up.
“I’ll go. You stay with your brother,” I told him, but Preston shook his head.
“I’m expecting someone. Here, take this. Keep dabbing his head. He needs to wake up and feel everything in his body or he’ll be hung over for days. This shouldn’t take me long but if it does, keep trying to get him to eat.”
“I—” I started to tell him that I was the guard, but Preston was already out the door.
“He’s an asshole too. A knitting asshole,” Mori grumbled.
“Do you want this?” I asked, holding up the cool cloth.
“Give it here,” he said, snatching it from me and laying it over his face as if it might hide him from the world. I sat down on the chair by the sofa that Preston recently vacated.
“Crilus is outside,” Mori announced as if the information would be enough to make me leave his side.
“I smell him,” I nodded, searching through what was left of Preston’s snacks. “If he wants me, he’ll come inside.”
“Are you trying to play hard to get because he hurt your feelings?” Mori asked.
“Me? I’m not playing anything. Whatever is going on with Crilus has nothing to do with me and everything to do with his own baggage.”
“If my mate talked about me like that, I’d punch him,” Mori mumbled.
“Well, good thing is that I’m not your mate. Look, I don’t know Crilus outside of gossip and files. If I had no resistance to magic, I’d be a sucky guard.”
“You are sucky – blood sucky,” Mori cracked up and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m only forgiving that because you’re drunk on magic,” I said and slid a chip under his washcloth mask.
“Stop that,” he said but I took advantage of his open mouth and slid the chip inside.
“You’re—” Crunch. “An.” Crunch. “Ass.” Crunch, crunch, crunch. “Hole.”
“I’ve been called worse,” I shrugged.
“You should go out and talk to him.”
“I think I should let Preston speak with him first. It’s probably important and I don’t want to spook him.”
“You suck so much!” he sighed, fluttering his makeshift mask. “Seriously. You suck. You suck almost as much as Dern.”
