Page 14 of Alice and Her Shifters (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 2)

“I have a ton of them still,” I said.

“Then ask while the opportunity is upon you. I might not be in a sharing mood tomorrow,” Milo said.

I rolled my eyes as he patted the seat next to him. “I’m fine standing.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“You think I’m somehow a part of this fable of yours?” I asked.

“It would have to be rooted in fantasy to be a fable my darling, and this is nothing of the sort,” Milo said.

“I think what he is trying to say,” Calvin offered, “Is your amulet is part of the fable.”

Milo glared at him. “I’ll answer the questions from here on.”

“Fine, but no more stories,” I said.

He shrugged. “Ah, but stories are part of the fun.”

“Get on with it. This is exhausting, I’ve had a long day, and I really want to know what is so important about my amulet that you were willing to pry it off my dead body. Which doesn’t make sense, by the way, because if only someone who is worthy of the power can use it, you wouldn’t be able to do anything to begin with. Not to mention you’ve been zapped once by it already.”

“So, you can keep up?” Milo asked. “Good to know.”

I growled. “Being a sarcastic asshole isn’t going to make things easier either.”

“We need you and your amulet, to help free us from Camelia, the red witch,” Calvin said. “Right, Milo?”

Milo frowned. “I was getting there.”

“Long windedly,” Calvin remarked.

Milo waved him away.

“Who is Camelia?” I asked.

“She’s the red witch,” Calvin said.

“Not a rose,” Aidan said.

Milo pinched the bridge of his nose. “She cursed me to be what I am. A loveless monster.”

“She wants my head for her collection,” Calvin said.

“She has a collection of heads?” I asked, voice shrill. “Why?”

“She wants my head because I tried to steal something from her. She has a collection of heads because she’s a bit of a praying mantis,” Calvin said. “Of which I barely escaped from.”

“Oh…” My voice trailed off.

“She’s also responsible for Aidan’s… challenges,” Milo said. “His mind was scrambled.”

I frowned. “What did you do to get cursed?”

“I didn’t love her,” Milo said. “Aidan, I suspect was the same.”

“Likewise,” Calvin said. “She does that to the men who don’t fall in love with her. To the men who do…”

“I really don’t want to know,” I said, holding my hands up to stop him from continuing. “What does any of this have to do with me? I mean, why should I help you fight your battles? I’ve got issues of my own.”

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