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KAT
Neither of usspoke as Liv drove me to Fae Row, the endless strip of homes built on an equally endless road that went up and down many massive, rolling hills. Now that Callum was nowhere to be seen, my wolf was asleep, completely uninterested in the spring fae queen who could probably kill me with the flick of her wrist.
Sometimes, being a werewolf was complete shit.
We flew down busy roads, weaving around other vehicles, and I clutched the sports car'soh shithandle while wondering what kind of house Callum would live in.
A mansion, undoubtedly.
I hoped it wasn’t far. Mostly because I hoped I could get the hell out of Liv’s vehicle before she accidentally killed us by driving like there was a cop chasing her.
Music played from the speakers so loudly that my ears ached, a mixture of pop and hard rock that was slightly confusing and extremely headache-inducing. Everything had a heavy beat, so I supposed that was what it had in common.
The drive was only about fifteen minutes, but it felt much longer.
Liv parked in front of a gigantic, contemporary mansion that was all windows and sharp edges. It looked cold and unfriendly, and if I hadn’t been so excited to get as far from Liv’s vehicle as possible, I wouldn’t have wanted to go inside.
My head pounded as I opened the door, eyeing the monstrosity.
I really needed coffee. And space from insane fae.
"Merrily will text you with details about the ceremony and some other shit," Liv yelled over the music.
Merrily was the name of the other fae queen. There were four fae royals, total. Callum was over winter. Liv was over spring. Merrily was over autumn. And Darius was over summer.
"I don't have my phone," I yelled back.
"Callum will bring it."
"Am I safe here?" I called out.
"Depends how much you piss him off."
I scowled.
She shooed me away again. "I have things to do!"
I slid out of the vehicle reluctantly. It was drizzling outside, like always. I was still slightly damp from the walk to the Lamborghini earlier.
Neither of us had umbrellas. I was pretty sure Liv could keep us dry with her magic somehow, if she wanted to, but she didn't seem to give a shit about how wet her hair was.
She rolled my window down and shooed me yet again, this time toward the house. The music already sounded even louder.
Letting out a harsh breath, I walked up to the front door, my brown Crocs squeaking as I went.
"Pick better shoes!" Liv shouted behind me.
"Go to driving school!" I yelled back.
Considering she needed me to mate with her best friend to keep him out of prison, I didn’t think she’d kill me for the sass.
Her responding laugh confirmed it.
My eyes skimmed the trees towering above and behind the mansion, and my wolf stirred.
At least if I had to live in the world’s least-comfortable mansion, I’d have the benefit of a forest behind me.
