"Why did this happen? Someone must've done this, right?" Gwen breathed. "Do you think it was the fae?"
"No. Liv still thinks our friendship was genuine, and Kat wouldn’t let Callum do it."
"I don’t think Liv is sold on the friendship."
"Niall’s the one who hates us. I’d still be running with her every morning if she hadn’t gotten back with him," Jonah said with a grimace.
"Fucker," Liv growled, lifting her middle finger toward the phone’s screen.
"It was probably the demons," Gwen said, wiping her eyes. "I’m sure Grayson heard that you and I sealed our mate bond a few days ago. I’m sure that's the only reason he mated with Merrily."
"Fuck that," Grayson called from the kitchen.
"Fuckwerewolves," Liv tossed back. Then glanced at Kat. "No offense. You’re the exception."
Kat’s lips curved upward just the tiniest bit. She could definitely hear despite the headphones.
"You guys are going to land them in therapy together," Kat said.
"Then we’ve done them a favor.” Liv leaned her chair back. "Their relationship will be stronger if it survives a few months of erectile dysfunction and a head that bald."
"I’ve already let all of the spellcasters know that I’ll pay exceptionally well if anyone gives her something that makes the baldness last longer," Callum added.
Kat swatted his arm half-heartedly.
Callum flashed her a look. "She fucked you over to the point where you needed to bargain withme. Long-lasting hair loss is far better than the consequence would've been if she was anyone else."
He wasn’t kidding.
Anyone else would’ve been tortured and killed before Kat even knew she was his.
We all ate waffles and watched the video feed until Gwen called Larson—Niall’s brother, of all people—to ask for help growing her hair back.
Liv’s cackle as she picked up the phone to call her brother-in-law was loud enough to make all of us grin.
They’d be going back to Lars for help escaping the erectile dysfunction pill soon enough, too.
Guess they should've made better choices.
My family was goneby eight AM. Since we were already so far from Grayson’s current workplace, he let the vampire politicians know he would join them after lunch. We loaded my car with my things, then headed out to find Ophelia.
Grayson held my hand through the drive. His grip tightened more throughout the time it took to get there.
I tried to send calm vibes through the bond to counter the worry and hope he was battling. We talked about a schedule for the next few weeks, too, and it seemed to ground him a little.
I didn’t know if the calm vibes would help, but figured it was worth a try.
When he parked in front of Ophelia’s little house, Grayson let out a harsh breath.
"It’s going to be okay," I murmured.
"I know. This is just my last option," he admitted.
I squeezed his hand. "She’s going to help. Trust me."
"I do." The admission was quiet, but honest. He breathed out again. "Alright. Let’s get this over with."
"That’s the spirit," I teased.
