“Yep.” Not that they knew what she did.
“I had your outfit for the meet and greet sent to your villa. Theone for your set will be waiting backstage.” Tyrell eyed Fiona and Saoirse. “They are both very pretty.”
“They are.” I should probably try to get to know Fiona a little bit. Omegas weren’t really my thing. But I’d be good to her for Saoirse’s sake and she seemed nice.
Not to mention Carlos adored her. Yeah, I could see being a pack with them someday.
I finished my beer. “I’m going to head back to the villa and get ready.”
Fiona and Saoirse had their heads together, talking and drinking wine. Saoirse preferred red wine. Bordeaux specifically. It looked like Fiona was a pink wine girly.
“I’m heading back to the villa. Did you come off the slopes?” I asked the two of them.
“The spa, but Saoirse wants me to go down a few runs with her.” Fiona took a sip of her wine. “What are we doing for dinner?”
“Oh. We need a group chat. Carlos still has no phone, but we’ll catch him up.” I took out my phone. “I can’t believe we didn’t make one last night. I need your numbers.”
“I’ll send you mine. Do you need Hale’s? I got his earlier.” She held up her phone.
“I suppose you can have mine. But don’t misuse it,” Saoirse added.
“Never.” Though we might have to clarify what she meant by that. As soon as the numbers hit my phone, I started a group chat.
Me
I have a fan meet-and-greet at the club in town. You’re welcome to come. Then we can all head to the festival and eat from the food trucks and catch some sets. Food trucks at the festival are free with our wristbands. But if you all want to get dinner someplace else or head up withoutme it’s totally fine. Someone please tell Carlos.
I looked at them expectantly.
“I’d like to go down a few more trails, then have a shower and a nap. But I’m fine with meeting someplace and going to the festival together,” Saoirse admitted.
Oooh. Nap. Yes. If I went back now I could get in a quick nap.
“See you later.” I stopped at the front desk to see if Carlos’ phone had been found yet. It hadn’t. I dropped that in the group chat, too, then headed back, leaving my snow skates in our locker, which we had for the duration of our trip.
Hale
We’re still at the skate park. I’ll let you know what we decide.
I walked back to our villa and opened the door.
“Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swore, as I switched on the light and was greeted by a whole bunch of dolls sitting on the couch.
Apparently, the dolls they bought yesterday had been delivered to our villa and someone thought it would be funny to pose them.
Ugh. Creepy.
I took a picture and dropped it in the chat.
Me
The dolls are here. Should we hide the knives?
I took a shower and then got in my bunk for a nap. The room smelled of Saoirse, given her things were in here.
Saoirse. What did I need to do to prove that we could be a thing despite her being an assassin?
Actions spoke louder than words.
