Page 123 of Stone Seduction
Agreed.
That was the first mention of the queen this morning. As for the rest of it, we skirted the subject. What else could we say about being Ember’s number one targets? Anita gave as much info as she hid. She knew a lot more than she let on, but I’d be better off milking the asphalt than pressing her.
For me, despite my sadness at losing Alexandra to murder, it was all about keeping Luke safe. Doing my job as bodyguard and protector.
End of.
I just wished Mr. Strawberry didn’t have this weight on his gorgeous shoulders.
“Shame we can’t be the ones to drop those bombs,” Dane growled.
Hard agree again.
Eden changed the subject, untensing a tad. “How’s things on your end, Cookie?”
I cleared my throat, happiness hot in my face. “I have good news.”
“Hit us with it,” Dane commanded.
They moved to stand before me. Waiting impatiently with cocked eyebrows and tapping feet.
A flutter of nerves burst to life in my chest. An alien feeling for me. I never got like this until Luke, butterflies going wild, drunk on excitement, bashing into each other like they were in a rugby match.
“Tell us, Cookie.”
I took a few seconds to gather myself. “Luke and I?—”
A man carrying two shopping bags tumbled into my path. “So sorry. I’m—” He let out a bloodcurdling scream, dropping his bags.
Pissing hell!
“No!” he wailed. “No! They’re not real. They can’t be real!” He clawed at his face, every person in the vicinity becoming a concerned spectator.
“Stay back!” Dane barked.
“What’s wrong with him?” a woman asked.
He collapsed on all fours. “They are wrong. They meddle.”
“Sir?” I inched closer. “Talk to me.”
The man pawed at the ground, sobbing. “Please don’t let them keep this up.”
“Who, sir?”
“Careful, Cookie.” Eden stayed beside me, ready to break faces if need be.
Dane worked on crowd control, pushing everyone back.
“Talk to us, sir,” I said.
He looked up, eyes bloodshot, face scratched to hell. Sweat beaded his brow, his complexion a sickly gray.
“We need to get you some medical help, sir.”
“On it.” Eden whipped out her phone.
The man lifted his hands. “They have to stop meddling.”
