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“It’s perfect, right?” Kiki asks. “Now, give me another piece,” she demands.
I burst out laughing and take another bite while Rome serves her. She gives him a thankful grin and falls back into easy conversation with Georgina. Their alphas are chatting. And my alphas all look at me.
Remembering. Noticing. Loving.
I never thought I’d get a happy ending. I didn’t think I deserved it. I was so wrong. This is the ending I deserve. These alphas are mine. These are my friends. My family.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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CHAPTER 1
Daisy
“They’ve found me, Daisy! They’ve found me.” Edgar, my charge, is zipping back and forth in his wheelchair, glaring out of the window like the world has personally affronted him. On his bad days, that may as well be true.
Today isn’t a bad day, it’s what I like to call a fun day. One of the times when he’s more lucid and manages to craft stories that sound like they’re straight out of one of my favorite fairy tales.
“Daisy,” he roars. “Prepare to make your escape!”
I toss the duster aside and climb down off the step ladder, leaving the ceiling fan to its dust. “Escape? Is it that serious?”
He spins in his chair, bumping into a pile of random knickknacks. Edgar isn’t a handsome man. He has skin that’s a strange shade of white which gives him the appearance of always being close to barfing and his once thick black hair now sparsely covers his wrinkled head. He’s also Senior Cares’ most notorious patient. He’s gone through eight caretakers, but I intend to be his last.
He’s not difficult. He’s confused, and he needs someone who actually gives a shit about him.
He raises his eyebrows at me. “One creature carrying an unidentified object. There might be more of them.”
“Should I call for backup?”
If my coordinator heard me indulging Edgar, I’d get an earful, but honestly, he responds better when I don’t treat him like a patient who’s slowly losing grip on reality. Besides, I think he likes it when I take him seriously, gives him a sense of purpose.
“On this planet? Bah. We need to head to the village.”
“We still haven’t found the sacred jewel, though, remember? We can’t go to the village if we don’t have the jewel.” Or so Edgar has informed me time and time again.
“Fucking fuck.” He growls and peers out the window once more, wheeling closer to the glass. “It’s nearly at the doorstep now. Run while you can, Daisy. He’s here for me.”
I step over a stack of random books and glance out the window, sucking in a sharp breath. The mailman is heading toward the door, wrapped up in full winter gear, and the package he’s carrying is most certainly not unidentified. It’s very… um, phallic, but I’m not about to tell Edgar the package is mine or explain what it’ll be used for.
“I’ll handle it. I’ve never met a man I couldn’t charm.” I give him a wink and scurry around Edgars treasures—AKA junk he refuses to part with—and grasp the door handle.
“Daisy,” Edgar hisses. “You’re innocent. You can’t—”
I rip the door open. “Why have you come?” I demand while narrowing my eyes on the unsuspecting mailman.
“Uh.” The guy glances down at the package. “I think this is for you?” There are traces of laughter that follow his question.
Yeah, laugh it up buddy. You’re delivering a giant penis-shaped package. As far as Edgar knows, it’s a weapon. Crap. What else could it be besides a weapon or a dildo?
Think, Daisy, think.
