Chapter 70
“Actually,” you say, “I’d rather just go home. If it’s all okay with you.”
Carson nods. “I completely understand. I would have loved to show you my mansion, but I understand that sometimes it’s just not meant to be.”
You wonder if you’re making a mistake, but no. As much as you like Carson, it feels like there will be some major downsides to dating a werewolf that you’re not thinking of right now. It’s better to remain friends.
Eventually, you reach Carson’s car, which turns out to be a really cool red Jaguar. Man, you could have dated a guy with a Jaguar! Again, you wonder if you’re making a mistake, but it’s too late now. You’ve already made the decision.
Carson drives you back to your apartment building. By the time you get there, he has morphed back into his human form. He smiles at you as you sit in the car by the entrance to your building.
“I’d like to pay you what Avery promised for the evening,” he says, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. You’re not sure how his pants stayed intact during the transition from human to wolf and then back to human, but there might be some things you’re not meant to understand.
“You don’t have to give me any money,” you protest.
“I want to,” he insists. “Besides, I’m a billionaire, remember?”
Ugh, way to rub it in.
He gives you even more than what Mr. Wentworth owed you—enough to pay Blair this month’s rent and next and then some. That will tide you over for a little while and give you some breathing room. “What about my car?”
“I’m going to go back and take care of the rest of the Adventurous Eaters Club,” he says. “When I’m done with them and have freed my sister, I’ll be able to open the gates and drive your car back here.”
“Thank you, Carson.”
He reaches for your hand and kisses the back of it. What a sweet guy. And you’re definitely going to keep up with this friendship. After all, it seems like it might come in handy to know a billionaire werewolf.
When you get upstairs to your apartment, your head is still swimming from the events of the evening. What a narrow escape. If anything had gone differently, you could be dead right now.
“Hello, Sloan.”
The disembodied voice coming from the living room startles you. You flick on the light and find Blair waiting for you in the corner of the room, fury in her eyes.
“Where’s my car, Sloan?”
“Oh,” you say. “Well, there was an… issue with it. But I’ll have it back to you later. Later today. I promise.”
She takes a step towards you, her hands balled into tight fists. “Didn’t I tell you that there would be trouble if anything happened to my car? Isn’t that what I said?”
“Your car is fine, Blair.”
“Then where is it?”
“I promise, it’s—”
Before you can explain, Blair picks up her selfie stick from the coffee table and comes running at you.
You aren’t really worried because it’s just a selfie stick, but then you realize she’s been planning this.
She’s attached some sort of razor-sharp point to the end of the stick, which impales your chest. You collapse to the floor, blood pouring from your wound, draining the life out of you.
On the plus side, you get an excellent selfie of yourself while you’re dying.
THE END
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