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Disappointment crossed her expression at not being given the green light for storytime, but, seriously. No, thank you, please.
“That’s too bad,” she replied.
“I’m assuming that you’re a witch?” I said.
“C’est ça. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “Just woke up after getting turned into a bat by your true love for overhearing his evil plans to take over my husband’s body in West Virginia. Really need to get back there ASAP and do whatever I can to stop it. That’s basically the gist. And, in case you’re wondering—yes, I am screaming on the inside.”
She pondered this for a moment. “Damon is up to something.”
“You think?” I tried not to sound too sharp, and thanks to my squeaky-bat voice, sharp didn’t seem within the realm of possibility at the moment.
Monique shook her head. “I must say, I don’t believe I should get involved with any of this.”
“Damon is having an affair with a vampiress,” Grimm said. “It’s shameful, really.”
“The affair or the fact she’s a vampire?” I asked.
He cringed. “Vampires are…deeply unsavory creatures.”
“I’m a vampire,” I reminded him tightly. “Usually, anyway.”
“I know.” He shrugged. “My observation stands.”
Great. Well, at least that made one dead elf who probably wouldn’t be falling in love with me any time soon. Unless he had a really weird bat fetish.
“Oh, Damon.” Monique mused, as she shook her head. “How very amusing you are as you try to replace the love we shared.” She raised a brow. “It is a truly amazing story if you’ve changed your mind...”
I lifted a wing. “I’m good, thanks. Seriously.”
“Very well.” She nodded. “I’m sorry, but it seems I’m unable to help you, mapetite chauve-souris.”
I checked my teeth to find that they would be adequately sharp enough to take a sizable chunk out of her.
“You’re the only witch I’ve found who can see me, Monique, so there’s no one else I can ask,” Grimm explained, wringing his hands. “This matter is very important. If Sarah manages to stop Damon mid-spell, I have the chance to be freed from my earthly bindings. Finally, after all this time.”
“Such a spell as what you suggest will mean that Damon will perish,” she countered. “For such a bright light to be extinguished, I cannot be a part of it.”
“Extinguished,” Grimm repeated. “But perhaps ready to begin a fresh new life. With you?”
She twisted her finger through her red hair. “I must admit, such a suggestion is tempting. But, I don’t know.”
“Please,” I implored. “I don’t know how much time is left before it’s too late to save Thierry. I just need you to help me transport back to the United States. That’s all. I’m not asking for miracles here, just a little magical poof across the ocean.”
Monique cocked her head. “Did you say, Thierry?”
“I did,” I squeaked.
“Your husband’s name is Thierry.”
“Yes. Thierry de Bennicoeur.”
“Mon dieu.” Monique held a hand to her chest. “What an incredible coincidence this is. Destiny has once again shown her beautiful face tonight.”
“You know him?” I asked with surprise.
“I have not seen Thierry for more than a century when we had a very brief but memorable affaire de coeur.” She smiled down at me. “And you are his wife! How marvelously lucky for you. He is an incredible man in so, so many ways.”
