The clock is ticking before the next tribute’s due, with no lead on who’s demanding my goddamn bollocks in a sling, and I’ve got all theweddingfestivities.Goddamn it.
Regulations for the tribute are clear, per Malachy. No more than twelve hours before midnight on the last day of the month. Not a second earlier. Not a second late.
“Can’t bring a new wife here, can you?” Lorcan mutters.
“Hell no,” I growl.
“Aye. A proper response,” Declan says, smirking, just as a second girl slides up next to him. One hand for each shoulder, they knead him like he’s royalty.
“A wife?” the one in purple asks, glancing at me. “You getting married, Mr. McCarthy?”
“Aye,” I growl again.
“It’s posted on St. Albert’s page, isn’t it?” the other girl says. “I saw it earlier.”
“What?” I pick up my phone. “What the fuck is that?”
“Social media, you dumbass,” Lorcan says.
“I hate that shite. Show me.” His fingers fly over his phone, and then he does indeed show me. I narrow my eyes at the screen.
There it is. St. Albert’s alumni page, with a big diamond ring announcement.
St. Albert’s is pleased to announce the betrothal of Erin Kavanagh and Cavin McCarthy.
Jesus. It already has five hundred views and twenty-seven comments.
“What the hell?” I mutter.
“Well, fuck,” Lorcan says, his eyebrows rising.
“What?” I growl.
“Comments aren’t very nice toward Erin, are they?”
“What?” I squint at the screen. Sure enough, there are a couple of nasty comments. A few say congratulations or the like, but half of them?—
Goddamn it.
“This is terrible,” I say. “What the fuck? Who are these people?”
“You can’t do anything about it. People are idiots on social media,” Declan says. “Put it away.”
“Not if people are saying nasty things about Erin.”
A beautiful brunette named Katarina comes in, wearing all black. She eyes me from head to toe.
“Good evening, sir,” she says quietly. “Are you in need of a submissive tonight?” She wears the subtle purple band on her forearm per club regulations, indicating she’s a free submissive.
Am Iin need of a submissive?
My god, I fucking am. I swallow hard and shake my head.
“Not tonight.”
Declan grins. “He’s engaged to be married. He won’t be taking any more submissives.”
I’m going to beat that boy’s fuckin’ arse.
