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A battle between us would quite possibly destroy the village and would be counterproductive in the extreme bringing much attention to the area.
“I’ll handle it if she returns.” I glance down at the empty cat carrier, wondering if she may need the blanket for the cat. Traveling with strangers, even in comfort can be traumatic for any animal.
My jaw clenches.
Why am I concerned about a cat that’s not even mine? I inwardly groan.When am I not caring for someone else’s pet?
“That’s not all,” Bruno states.
“What else is there?”
“We’ve been offered one million dollars,” he says.
“Each,” Nero mutters, his tone unamused from the doorway.
A wide grin spreads across Bruno’s big lips. “To give a full interview about how you and your fiancée met.”
“What?” I thunder.
Fuck me.
“You’ve gone more than viral. So far, videos of you and the human are reaching beyond fifty million views, and it’s only been a couple of days,” he chuckles.
I frown and grab my phone from my suit pocket, quickly scrolling through my social media to affirm what he says. Thousands of comments and tags from fans, well-wishing the engagement on my feed in every social imaginable. Some comments are asking what dress designer she will be wearing, while others are attacking Bernadette, but the most overwhelming question seems to be when the big day is.
“We get extra if we give out the engagement details and wedding venue,” Bruno chuckles, crossing his arms over his black Kevlar-covered chest.
“This can’t be happening,” I fume.
“Someone videoed her grabbing and kissing you. When she announced you were getting married, it didn’t look like you were saying no,” Nero offers.
Chapter 16
BERNADETTE CRENSHAW
“Jesus, I was only half joking about the British romance,” I mutter as I stare out at the landscape from the rear exit of the house. The word house brings suburbia to mind, rows of houses full of three bedrooms, and two baths if you’re lucky. Frank Stein’s yard looks like it could hold more than a couple football fields from the looks of it.
I squint my gaze, shielding my face from the sunlight as I march my way toward the pretty paddock and stable I noticed this morning, the high boots I found in my room clomping across the clean-cut grass easily. A smirk spreads across my lips as I wonder how pissy Frank will be when he finds out I’m not in my room.
But if he wanted me to stay in it, he should have said that.
When issuing orders, you have to be precise, or how can I follow them? That’s what I used to tell my grandmother. I laugh aloud into the cool spring breeze at the memory of my grandmother’s reaction to that very rejoinder, and something tells me Frank will be about as amused as she was, which is to say not at all.
If he knew he’s secretly given me my wildest dream on a silver platter he’d probably have an apoplectic fit.
Every monster girl reader’s dream would be to have a fling with a supernatural creature.
But I wasn’t prepared for a stay in the monster’s mansion, and doesn’t that just make me want to punch Aubrey right in the tit for not telling me what kind he is.
A pretty yellow flower catches my attention, swaying in the breeze in the field of sweet grass.
At the very least I can check out the outer buildings, and as I check things out, make sure there’s no creepiness happening. I take a deep breath and fill my lungs full of the aromatic air. It's been months since I’ve touched grass, and it feels amazing out here without the smell of diesel clogging my nose.
“Plus, thisparklooks way better than the one in front of Rose Avenue,” I mumble under my breath.
Life could be worse.
I notice a small building in the distance, and I beeline for it.
