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That was… kind of cute, I guessed?
And weird.
Whatever.
Moving on.
They also saved money.
I was interested in that one.Definitelyinterested in that one.
The paper said Axel’s money was in the freezer, under a bag of frozen vegetables, so I rushed over. When I found the envelope, my heart soared.
I opened the flap and stared down into it.
Tears stung my eyes.
There was a LOT of cash.
Enough that I could buy real food.
And electricity—fuck, it would be incredible to wash my clothes again. And microwave things. And have light.
“You’re officially the best mate ever,” I told the wolf, hugging the money to my chest.
Maybe if I was a better woman, I’d just put it back in the fridge and walk away, but screw being a better woman.
I needed to fuckingeat.
And maybe now I’d be able to.
I tucked the envelope under my armpit and started looking for the keys. After I found them in one of the kitchen drawers, I crossed the room and quickly slid out into the garage.
The car I’d been looking for was a massive truck—not what I had expected—but beggars couldn’t be choosers. I let Axel in and then climbed on up to the driver’s seat.
“Ready to meet my sick roommate and discover the horrors of Mist Valley?” I asked Axel, feigning cheerfulness.
He gave me a wolfy frown.
“No? Well, that makes two of us.”
I didn’t have another option though, so I opened the garage and pulled out of the driveway.
Just as I was about to leave, a truck pulled up outside Axel’s place. A blonde woman in a t-shirt that said “Salty Heifer” and a pair of leggings stepped out, her hair falling to her waist in waves. She had a gnarly bite scar stretched over her throat, and I wondered if that was because of her mate. “Are you Morgan?” she called out.
“Yup,” I called back, but didn’t get out of my truck. “Tell me you’re not Axel’s lover. I really don’t want to get in a mate fight.”
She snorted. “Werewolves don’t take lovers until they meet their mates. Guess things are different for demons?”
“You have no idea,” I admitted, as she sashayed up to my window.
“Well, I’m Charly. Nico asked me to bring you something to wear so Axel doesn’t murder anyone.” She lifted a grocery bag of clothes.
“I’m headed back home, actually. Mist Valley isn’t too far, and I really can’t afford to miss work.”
Charly grimaced. “I get that. Shoot me a text if you come back or need anything.”
I made a face. “Phones don’t work in Mist Valley.”
