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Chapter 13

Sammi

12:29 PM SATURDAY

By the time I finish retelling the memory, I’m cradling my head in my hands, ass firmly planted on the lush grass of the monastery.

This is even worse than I thought.

Fucking married? To Lock?

No way. Couldn’t be.

What the hell did I do last night?

What the hell might have I done?

It’s definitely been more than our ten allotted minutes now, but at the moment I’m finding it hard to care.

Honestly, the way things are going, being forcibly removed from a monastery might be the high point of this trip.

Becky and Liam disperse, clearly sensing that I need a minute here.

Misty May’s not quite so perceptive at the moment, though.

Somehow, despite all the implications of my latest flash black, Mysti seems to think she’s the one who really screwed up.

She’s running around like a chicken with her head cut off, completely hysterical.

“I’m fucking cursed?” she asks no one in particular. “Cursed! What kind of curse? Sweet baby Jesus, is my hair gonna fall out?”

I don’t even have the energy to laugh.

“Well, this is unacceptable! I’m gonna talk to someone. I’ll have it removed, that’s it! I’ll just apologize, and they’ll uncurse me!”

She doesn’t wait for a response, which is great, because I have none to offer.

She just storms off towards the nearest group of monks, legs quickly eating up the distance.

Percy finds a spot and sits beside me, supportive but quiet.

Fuck, I love her.

It gives me time to think.

Okay, so this is bad. Very bad.

Though it might not yet be irreparable.

I may or may not currently be married to an Australian with a bad attitude.

And a magical tongue.

I’ve definitely cheated on Eggs. Multiple times.

I try to ignore the heat that flares up inside me at those specific memories.

Fucking Lock.

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