Don’t cry.It would be pointless in the ocean. My tears would just add to the weight of the water surrounding me.
“If it cheers you up, your sister leveled Charming to his knees,” Nash says.
I jerk upright with a big grin. “Tell me.”
Gwyneth squares her shoulders. “He messed with me and mine. I already warned him. He failed to heed it, and that is on him.”
“Details,” I urge.
Malachi’s lips twitch, and when my sister doesn’t expound, he takes up the challenge. “It was epic. She marched into the ballroom where Beauty and the Beast were holding court, and verbally tore him to shreds. When he dared to reach out and grab her elbow, she did this impossible move and dropped him on his ass before spinning him onto his stomach and holding his arm hostage behind his back until he pleaded for mercy.”
I burst out laughing, and Genie joins me. That’s my Gwyneth. “Hopefully, Prince Poopfloof will leave you alone now,” I say.
The Stirlings all wear amused expressions, while my sister scowls.Oh no.
“It hasn’t had the desired effect,” she says.
“He licked his injured pride for a turn before demanding Gwyneth join him for a stroll in the gardens,” Hart says.
I point at each of the brothers. “Your mission is to protect my sister’s floof. I didn’t suffer through all of this only for him to have his mini Charming trying to make baby Charmings with my sister.”
Gwyneth groans. “They are already on it. One of them stays with me at all times. It’s infuriating.”
I glare at her. “You will accept their protection for me. I am your poor, drowned sister. It’s the least you can do.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
Wow. She listened without argument. I need to think of all the things I have tried and failed to negotiate with her over the annuses.
“I want to be the first to die but to be buried on top of you, in case I?—”
“I remember. Because if you come back to life and have to claw your way out, you don’t want to damage my bones.”
“Right. So agree to it.”
“Fine.”
“Most fair Denise, you will make a most glorious corpse,” the mirror man adds.
Good to know.
“Let’s meet again the same time next diurnal,” Nash says. “By then, we will have a plan, or Idols help me, I am coming to get you myself.”
Warmth spreads in my chest. “Good, because no one can tell me where to poop, and I can only hold that for so long.”
“Is it not the same place as where you pee?” Gwyneth asks.
“Nope,” the mirror man says. “Reflections honor, I sincerely hope not.”
“Daphne, what did you do?” Theo says with a grin. “And does your pair of panties hooked around the bedpost have anything to do with it?”
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?” Nash growls.
“It’s not what you think.”
“It sounds like you removed your underwear to pee somewhere you shouldn’t and forgot to put them back on,” Hart drawls.
“Oh. It’s entirely what you think, then.”
