I opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head.
“What I’m trying to say here is…even the Moon Goddess can make mistakes, Ivy.”
That may have been true…but I knew it wasn’t true in my case.
And Logan may not have marked me yet, but that kiss certainly had.
CHAPTER 26
LOGAN
Why did there have to be so many types of teas? And who was buying or even bothering to check them all?
I’d been staring at the shelf of dirty hot water for at least five minutes, a piece of paper clutched in my hand and a shopping cart overflowing with everything else I needed.
“Here.” I looked up to find a sales associate standing next to me, holding a chamomile box out to me. The brand and name matched those on the scrap of paper that I soon intended to rip up with pleasure.
“Thanks,” I said with a lazy smile. “I was lost for a moment there.”
She giggled. When I turned back to her, I thought she’d exposed more skin. Not that I cared.
“I’m Paula.” She smiled, extending a hand toward me. I looked at it, then back at her.
“And you already know who I am,” I hummed, shaking her hand. Her confidence faltered a bit, her hand trembling in mine.
I was used to that. Not that I wanted to be or was bothered by it. It was what it was, and it always had been.
I dropped the tea box on top of a pack of chicken nuggets. Today was my turn to supply the lair with food. We ordered a lot online, at least what could be stored, but fresh produce like meat, fish, and more meat had to be bought weekly.
“Your girlfriend must be lucky that you’re so thoughtful. And she has beautiful handwriting.”
Great way to investigate, Paula. Clearly, she’d peeked at the paper I was holding.
“It’s actually for my sister. She has cramps,” I said, pushing the shopping cart in front of me. I walked to the cash register with her on my tail.
The imaginary one. The real one was tucked away.
“Oh, poor thing. How’s her season going?”
I felt her eyes on my bare arms. Again, nothing new.
She twisted the end of her light brown braid around her finger, but instead, long hazelnut hair with red streaks flashed through my head.
“Oh, wait. Forgot something! One sec!” I was already jogging toward the aisle before she could answer. The sign for hair products hovered above me.
I inflated my cheeks with air, eyes scanning.
“This is worse than picking tea.”
Rows and rows of bottles stared back, pink, gold, and blue ones, all promising hair miracles.
My gaze halted on a bottle with honeysuckles and two goofy bees smiling on the label. Jackpot.
I snatched it up, my thumb flipping the cap open. I inched it closer to my nose and sniffed.
“Not the right one,” I huffed.
I grabbed another one with honey on the label and tried again.
