Page 46 of My Pleasure

“That fucking egg hurt!” Zev protested.

“They’re saying that the unit warriors are out of control and are a threat to the people,” Caiden continued. “They’ve also done several interviews with the families of the dead enforcers. All saying how wonderful they were and how much they’ll be missed.”

“That is completely biased reporting,” Anne protested.

Caiden nodded. “It is.”

“Is there another newspaper that would report on Genevieve’s experience?” Meryn asked.

“Excellent idea, Meryn,” Marshall complimented.

“Castle News, is the only other paper in Storm Keep. They may be willing,” Caiden said.

“It still blows my mind y’all actually use papers,” Meryn said, shaking her head.

“Do you know any reporters here?” Meryn asked Kendrick.

He shook his head. “No. I wish we had someone who knew about public relations. I feel absurdly out of my depth.”

“I could get you a few PR guys and a lawyer to boot,” his mother offered.

Kendrick raised a brow. “Oh? Who have you been hiding Myra?”

She rolled her eyes. “My sister Tabitha, who lives in Lycaonia, has four boys who own their own firm. I bet they can help.”

Hunter smiled. “Fuck yeah, they could!”

“Hunter! Language,” his mother admonished.

He pointed to Meryn.

His ma’s eyes narrowed at him. “I’m your mother, not hers and she’s way cuter than you and can pull off that kind of language at the dinner table.”

Kendrick ignored Hunter. “Back to your nephews. You said PR and lawyers?”

She nodded. “They’re the best at what they do.”

“Can you call them?”

She held up her phone. “I can do better, I’ll have their mother call them.”

Meryn turned to Hunter. “Are they cool?”

“I looked up to my cousins growing up. They always seemed so put together and mature. Always dressed to kill and they knew how to get what they wanted,” Hunter explained.

“They’re Armstrongs,” his father said simply, as if that explained everything.

“Huh?” Meryn asked.

“My mom and her sister, mated to my dad and his brother. So, my cousins are Armstrongs too,” Hunter clarified.

Meryn looked back to Johann, who simply shrugged. “Armstrongs don’t make ugly cubs.”

“Dude!” Meryn said, looking excited.

Aiden leaned down and nipped her neck.

His mother put her phone down. “Tabitha is calling the boys now. They may need a way to get here.”