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She folds her arms, which seems to be the que her body guards have been waiting for as they step towards me. I don’t want to catch a charge for fighting what may be her sons. Especially not when they’re protecting her. Not that I’m a threat to her. I raise my hands placatingly, and back towards the door.
“Not all Knights are Saviors… And the Queen protects the King.” She replies, before turning and disappearing through those black curtains.
The whole ride back to town, I mull over Marie Delai’s cryptic words.
“You seem very frustrated.” Vanna says, turning on her side to face me in our bed. I’m lying beside her against my pillow, fingers threaded behind my head, glaring up at the slow circling ceiling fan. “You’ve been this way all week. Is the honeymoon period over?”
“What? Of course not.” I sigh. “It’s barely begun. Just catching my breath, doll. These hormones have your libido giving my own a real run for my money.”
“It’s not that... You were someplace else at times.” She insists.
“Was I a lousy lay tonight?” I ask, glancing over at her. That would be the cherry on top of my shit week.
“I’m just saying, you’ve clearly got something on your mind.”
“I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“Why don’t you talk to me about it? I’m officially an Ol’ Lady now.” The way she smiles at me, I’m obliged to at least offer her a slight one of my own in return.
“I don’t know where to start. It’s all mingled and knotted together.”
“Just jump in.” she encourages, adjusting her pillow then resting her cheek against it. Her eyes are fixed on me as she settles in, expecting to listen to all my problems.
“Our bed is the last place I want to talk about it.”
“So, Legion?” she nearly groans. “Again.”
“He’s the root of evil in this town.” I notice this time, she doesn’t argue with me. Does she agree with my assessment of him, finally? Or is she simply choosing her battles? “I may have to take a closer look at our prospects.”
Her brows furrow slightly. “The prospects? Why?”
“Who else would leave that sick shit at our home?”
“The prospects didn’t leave that, Dean.”
“No. I’m not saying they did. I’m sure it was Legion. And how else would he know that you’re pregnant, unless one of them informed him? It wasn’t one of my brothers.” I turn from her to glare back up at the ceiling fan. “Had to have been one of the prospects that came in under Preacher. I should have axed them all.”
“It wasn’t any of your prospects.” She says again. “And I don’t believe Legion was the one who left that curse anymore. It could have been Gina’s asshole boyfriend trying to get back at me.”
“How would he know you’re pregnant, Vanna? You’re barely showing at all yet. And you definitely weren’t when you met with Gina.”
“Maybe the guy saw us at the women’s clinic and just assumed, since you were with me? It’s a small town. He really could have seen us… And…”
“And what?”
She hesitates, but then hits me with, “Don’t flip out.”
I brace myself for what I’m about to hear. “Nothing good ever comes after those words, Vanna. Especially when you’re the one saying them.”
“Promise me you won’t overreact. Nothing actually happened.”
I slide my eyes to the side to stare at her, silently in wait. She’s chewing on that bottom lip.
“Vanna…” I press her.
“He came to the shop to warn me to stay away from Gina.”
“And I’m just hearing this shit now?”
