“Why is the wolf inside our body?”Indigo snapped.“And why is the vampire inside our mate?”
“We need to hurry this along before my alter ego loses her shit,” I advised.
Sebastian shrugged. “I could try, but I might make it worse. Best to just let nature take its course.”
Dave shook his head. I had great hair. Shiny, wavy, thick. “Fix it now.”
Sebastian scowled. “Our souls want to return to our bodies. I believe with a little patience, everything will be fine.”
“How much patience?” Liz asked.
“A day, maybe two. We just need to lie low until then.”
“Awesome. We get to sleep like this,” Rebecca said with a smirk.
“You don’t get alone time with that body,” I snapped.
She pouted. Hudson pouting was not a good look. “Fine. Guess we are sleeping together.”
“Until we are back to normal, no one leaves the house. No shenanigans, no guests, no stupid shit.”
My wards clanged. Whoever that was needed to leave, unless it was my father. Maybe he could put us back?
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to will our souls back. It didn’t work.
Someone knocked on my apartment door. “Cora, we have guests.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and rose. Damn, the world looked different when you were tall. “Coming,” I said.
Dave rose in front of me. “Sit down.”
Oh, right. I slumped back on the arm of the chair with a huff. Dave could handle Maggie.
He swung open the door. “What is it?” he snarled. I never snarl. Maggie sucked in a breath.Tone it down, Dave.“Sorry, it’s, umm, the hormones.”
I snorted, and Maggie giggled. “We have guests.”
“We don’t have any spare rooms,” Dave reminded her.
“Oh, they aren’t for you.”
Rebecca grimaced. Why was she making that face?
“It’s Rebecca’s parents. They’ve flown in from England to see her.”
My head fell into my hands, and I groaned. Worst. Timing. Ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
If it walks like a princess, talks like a princess, and acts like a princess—it must be a princess.
Dave, Rebecca, Liz, and I descended the stairs, meaning they were seeing me, Hudson, Rebecca, and Dave. We left everyone else in my room, because this was complicated enough.
“Try not to speak much,” Rebecca told Liz. “They hate me, and I hate them. They want me to fall in line and marry some stupid, silly little prince. I ran and have been ignoring them since.”
“Actually, you’ve been in hiding since,” I added.
“Ugh. We should just claim I’m out or dead. Whatever works,” Rebecca griped.
