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“You just bought it for shits and giggles?” she gasped.
“Well, Dimitris was the one inquiring into it. He was going to put in an offer but then things got rather hectic after the Suicide Forest incident. He really wanted something that would fit our needs but also give us privacy. It’s a gated community and everything. The neighbors are fifteen minutes out in both directions. We’re kinda in the top center of the land and there are some hidden tunnels that’ll help us get where we need to go, whether it’s Forbidden Enterprise or the old office.”
“Wait. Did you guys seriously buy a new house because I burned the last one?” She was gawking now, just trying to imagine how big this mansion was.
“More like, we want you to have a place that you’re confident will always be secure to call home,” I revealed. “The security isn’t your average company. They’re assassins from Nevada. They are normally with the Secret Service. Some of them are ex-agents who decided to take on a side hustle that can put their skills to the test in comparison to standard house security. Overall, they’ll make sure the mansion is the one place no one can get into. They have a warlock like Viktor who manipulates the surroundings to ensure it can’t be easily located unless the guest is invited.”
“Wow…” She was beyond impressed. “Just for our pack. Our…Forbidden Pack.”
I could tell the move was a good one because she was emotionally touched by the idea.
“Yup,” I assured her as she rotated enough that she could see me easier compared to when her back was facing me. “Just for us.”
“Would…” She trailed off for a moment as if she were debating asking. I figured she was going to ask if she could invite Aurelia over, but instead, she asked, “Would Ruby and my mother be able to visit when the time comes? Like…after I’m able to work things out? It’ll probably be after the fashion show, but I’d like to have that option. Them and maybe even Roberto once he’s out of a coma. He may not want to come by with Ruby and Mom around…or at all…but hmmm.”
“They’re more than welcome in our home, Willow,” I reassured her as I reached out and gently pressed my hand against her cheek. “You can invite anyone you’re comfortable with. It’s our home, not a safe house with certain regulations. Anyone with pure intentions can come and know the location. Like I said, if they try to return to the destination and don’t have good intentions, the security has that under control and they’ll arrive in a place of trees.”
“Wow…” Her smile was so sweet while her eyes were beginning to grow glassy. “Kinda reminds me of a fairy tale…you know? Like…a place that can’t be fucked with or invaded.”
I sensed Saint’s presence as he quietly returned and was suddenly in front of us.
“It’ll be our oasis,” I painted the picture of our place like it was paradise.
“Our home,” she quietly whispered like it was something she’d never thought of. “I like that.”
“So we got our Blossoming Flower’s approval,” Saint concluded as he lightly placed his arms along Willow’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Score. Now we can get a pet bunny.”
“A pet what?” she questioned.
“A bunny.”
“Why would we get a bunny?” she questioned.
“Saint has always wanted a bunny,” I voiced. “Don’t even know why.”
“They’re cute.”
“Cats are cute,” I voiced in an “a matter of a fact” tone. “They’re evil creatures of the darkness, but cute.”
“Why does that make me feel like you want a cat?” Willow commented. “A black one with spooky eyes.”
“A cat that comes from the pits of hell?” Saint suggested. “I can arrange that as long as I get to get a bunny from heaven.”
“You ain’t making sense,” Willow concluded. “Are you high?”
“High on love and my desire for chicken wings that someone ate,” he reasoned, and she giggled.
“That wasn’t me. It was Willa. I’m innocent.”
“Oh no,” Saint groaned. “You’re going to blame everything on your psycho part, huh?”
“You love it,” she reasoned. “Then when she beats you up for something, she can run away scot-free.”
“That’s abuse.”
“It’s fair communication when Willa communicates with her fists.”
“Not all the time,” Saint countered. “Her magic is top-notch. We seriously need to get you training starting next week. I’m curious to see what you’re made of.”
