Page 43 of Lust & Lollipops

“No one told me that,” I said, suddenly unsure about what to expect from the future. “They told me to pack my things because I’d be moving in with my mate after the show ended, whether I liked it or not.”

“They probably just needed the apartment for another compatible mate and their guard,” Ev said.

I bit my lip.

I hadn’t gotten any information about what to expect my life to look like. I hadn’t asked any of the fae what they wanted to do with their futures, either. I assumed that because they were unmated, and couldn’t reproduce without a mate, they would be looking to have lots of babies.

Maybe I was wrong.

Hopefully I was wrong.

“It’s very difficult for fae women to get pregnant,” Ev added.

“I’m not a fae woman.”

“You will be, when you’re mated. Your mate’s power will become yours as well.”

Oh.

Damn.

I hadn’t known that, either.

“The Society should really put that information in their welcome handbook,” I finally said.

“There’s a welcome book?” Jim’s eyebrows lifted like he was impressed.

“No. They should make one, though.”

The look he gave me said that wasn’t going to happen.

Ev gave me an apologetic smile. “I’ll see if I can do anything about it after the game’s over.”

“You have connections in the Society?” I asked.

“Kind of.”

“Who are the most connected?”

“Cameron, then Chris. Travis would be a close third. Cam’s the only one who knows everyone, though.”

He’d told me as much.

“Does having connections make them a risk?” I wondered.

Ev shrugged. “Not really. Knowing you well would be the biggest risk factor, after we’ve exhausted everyone you show interest in.”

My stomach tightened a little.

He was talking about someone in particular, and there was only one person who fit the bill.

“No one here knows me,” I said.

“Cameron lived with you. Even if you don’t get along, he likely knows your favorite foods. Your favorite movies. The way you dress. How you do your hair. If you get your nails done. The places you like to shop. What treat you buy when you’ve had a bad day. Where?—”

“I get it,” I said, interrupting him.

The twist in my stomach was starting to become a knot.

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