Page 117 of Love & Heart Braking

A smile touched my lips.

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“Ticket-free event,” I told the woman. “Your name will be on the list. Simply come to the registration desk and we’ll get started.”

The sun fairy squeaked. “I’m so excited.”

“You should be. It’s going to be an epic event. See you Saturday!”

I hung up the phone.

Where the hell was Soleil?

Scrap that. I knew where she was—wrapped around Bain—but it was our opening day for Yearning Harmony. That meant Austin was down there trying to fill her shoes instead of being here, and that left me doing my best to handle the subscription process for me, Annya, and Enzo.

The phone rang.

I snatched it up as my next client walked in. “Yearning Hearts. You’re speaking with Cerys.”

“Cerys.” Austin’s voice flooded the line. “I’ve got a client here. There was a membership deal on for the opening of Yearning Harmony. Have you got that on hand?”

My face blanked. Uh, there is?

I scrambled through the neat stacks of papers on Soleil’s desk.

Event ideas. Nope. Wrong stack.

I went to another pile.

Ways I’m Going to Kill Bain.

Yikes.

I rifled through a third stack. A yearning hearts promo poster stared up at me, and I knew I’d hit gold. Halfway down and under a notebook, I found a subscription leaflet. “Got it!”

“Mmm, wow, great,” Austin said. “That’s almost too good to be true.”

I could just imagine him smiling at the client and trying to stall for time. I skimmed over the leaflet. “Half price if they sign up for a year.”

“Now that’s a deal,” he responded. “Are you sure you want to give so much away?”

I snorted at his shit sales pitch. “Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem. I understand. You’re busy spreading the love.” His voice grew fainter. “She’s the best there is.” To me, he continued, “Catch ya, Cerys!”

I hung up and smoothed my pink dress with the sweetheart neck. The outfit hugged my body and ended at the knees. I didn’t often dress so formally, but today was a special day, and… well, I’d woken to find Devereaux out to the world. He didn’t even stir much when Austin and I left for the day. Waking with him had felt so right.

“You must be Fiu.” I greeted the pixie, my next client.

She squeaked, “Cerys?”

“That’s me.” I walked over to my desk and pulled out a rod usually flush with the side. I snapped the small platform out from the top, grabbed a tiny chair from my top drawer, and gestured to the flying descendant. “Please, take a seat.”

She fluttered over, and I sat too.

The phone rang.

I felt Enzo’s empathetic gaze on me. “I’m sorry—”

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