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Heath frowned. “That’s it? Hmm?” It couldn’t be that easy, could it? He had to wonder if this was the calm before the zapping.
“Oh, no, I’m just deciding where to fry you,” True said.
Heath cleared his throat. “Aren’t you angrier with the vampire for getting the witch to raise the – you know?”
“Oh,” True said, a little louder and squeakier than he would have liked. “I’ll be getting to him and before my sister ‘cos the more I hear, the more I don’t like.”
“O-kay,” Heath said, unsure what came next but knowing he probably wasn't going to like it. “I know you might not want to throw me a parade about now…”
“What gave it away?” True asked. “I do a nice line in funerals.”
“Huh?” Heath was trying to think two steps ahead and get out of the hole he’d dug for himself; she wasn’t helping by throwing words at him.
True plastered on the sweetest smile she could muster from her arsenal and offered it to him with both barrels.
Heath noticed the smile and scowled. “I’m in the doghouse.”
“Big time,” True said, keeping that smile in place, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“In my defence…”
True spat out a laugh that stopped him in his tracks. “There is no defence for such a heinous crime.” She was nodding, and he couldn’t figure out why.
“Got it,” Heath said.
True slowly drew a deep breath and narrowed her eyes at him. “So, what’s the good news?”
“There’s good news?” Heath asked, confused.
“You said there was.”
Heath took a moment before he remembered. “That’s right, good news. The ghost isn’t real.”
True raised an eyebrow. “If a witch called him from his watery grave, the ghost is very real.”
Heath pressed his lips together, but he didn’t say anything, lost in confusion once more. True rolled her eyes before turning on her heels and heading back inside. “Men,” she grumbled.
It took the alpha a beat to work out what his mate had told him, and then he got it. “Damn it, there is still a ghost,” he grumbled to himself, eyeing the ship with annoyance.
~
“I hear you this time,” Parker called at the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. He’d learned his lesson about witches and surprises by getting a crack on the head from a washbasin; he wasn’t going there again.
“That’s because you’ve got those big old wolf ears,” Amy said, grinning to herself as she followed Evie down the hallway to the last room.
“As long as he doesn’t have those big fangs on display,” Evie said, giggling as she entered the room and found him standing at the doorway to the bathroom.
Tall and broad, he filled the frame in ways a door never could, and with those muscles on display, it was all good. Window shopping was fun, especially when you knew the guy was already taken.
“I can assure you, I’m very much in control of my fangs,” Parker replied with amusement in his eyes.
“At least this one has a sense of humour,” Amy said, eyeing him from the doorway.
“And muscles,” Evie said, grinning.
“Nah, they’ve all got those,” Amy said.
“While I like to be objectified and the butt of mirth and chit-chat, I have a job to do,” Parker informed them.
