Page 53 of Deadly Misfortunes

He shook his head. “Then I don’t understand. Why would two people who don’t love each other get married?”

“It’s all my fault.”

That didn’t make any sense. “Because?”

She ran her fingers over her skirt.

“Sascha?”

“I’ve already told you.”

He wasn’t getting anywhere. She’d had sexual relations with Damon just once. And for that, she’d lost her powers. Now Damon was marrying her cousin, neither of whom cared for the other, because of Sascha’s involvement with Damon? It didn’t make any sense.

“He has to,” Sascha finally said.

“Why, Sascha? Why?”

“If he doesn’t, my Aunt Meg will put a curse on him.”

He smiled.

“It’s true.”

“And he believes it?”

“Of course.”

Taking a deep breath, Gregory exhaled in exasperation. The gypsy family was superstitious too, and had everyone brainwashed. Though he couldn’t understand how Damon could be so unenlightened. But it was time to switch to another topic. “Listen about this maniac⁠—”

“I’ll take care of him.”

He tensed his grip on the steering wheel. “I want you to stay with me. I have lots of security systems and⁠—”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No. You won’t. I have plenty of room at my place. You can stay in one of my guest rooms and…” She sniffled, making him pause. “Rose is staying with our parents for the time being, so she’ll be safe.”

He waited for Sascha to say something, but she remained quiet. “My mother invited us over for lunch, but if seeing your apartment upsets you too much⁠—”

“Certainly, you should go.”

“She expects us both. But if you choose not to go, I’ll tell my mother we’ll do it some other time.”

“Maybe I should return to my aunt and uncle’s home.”

“That would be too dangerous. He may go after them next.”

She nodded. “You’re right, of course.”

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into her apartment complex. His stomach tightened with concern as he thought about the mess she would soon see.

She patted his hand. “They’re only things. They can be replaced in time.”

The concept that she could read his thoughts still hadn’t quite sunk in. He really had to watch what he was thinking about. On the other hand, getting her reaction amused him sometimes.

When they walked into the apartment, Sascha headed straight for her bedroom. Was she going to pack some things? Or what? He wished he had a little of her abilities. Just enough so he would know what was going on in that red head of hers.

Instead of going to her bedroom’s closet, she moved a chair beneath an air conditioner vent. Before she could climb on the chair, he did and asked her what she planned to do.