Page 50 of The Vegan Vamp


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“The clairvoyant,” I said, more to myself than her.

She did a little head bob. “At your service.”

“What else did you see?” I asked her.

“Nothing good,” she said cryptically. “We aren’t prepared for what’s coming, I’ll tell you that. Portia is trying to learn all she can, but right now we don’t know much.”

“We need you to talk to Sterling about his experiment. They can’t send anything up there. It’s too risky.”

“Why me?” I stared at all three of the women. They were all breathtaking in their own way, but Grace practically glowed. Pregnancy suited her.

“Because he loves you,” Katie said. Her tone sounded like she was also saying “duh” at the end of it.

I held my hands up. “I can assure you, ladies, he definitely does not.”

Helen snorted. “And why is that?”

I glared at her. “Because he’s marrying someone else.”

Silence fell around the table until Grace let out a snicker of disbelief.

Hurtful tears sprang to my eyes. She held out her hands to me but she couldn’t stop laughing. Soon, she was joined by Katie and Helen who were doubled over cracking up.

“What the hell?” I whispered to myself.

“Sorry, sorry,” Katie said as she struggled to breathe. “Maron, you don’t honestly think he doesn’t love you just because he’s marrying someone else?”

“Uh, isn’t that exactly what it means?”

Helen shook her head and wiped her eyes. “No. Not at all. The men in this town are dumb. All of them. It’s up to us to show them exactly how dumb but pretend like they figured it out all on their own.”

“Hell yeah, sister,” Katie said, bobbing her head enthusiastically.

“He’s marrying someone else,” I repeated desperately.

“Are you soulmates?” Grace asked.

I sighed. “Against my better judgment, yes.”

“Then you need to convince him otherwise,” Helen said.

I sighed. “I’ve already tried.”

“Try harder,” said Katie.

“I practically threw myself on him!” I glared at the jinn.

She shook her head. “Then do the opposite. Ignore him. Make him want you so bad, he’s consumed with it.”

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered. “What about the storm? What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to Sterling,” Helen said. “You’re probably the only one he’ll listen to.”

“I doubt it,” I murmured. I took a long pull of my beer.

“We have until tomorrow,” Helen said. “If they send the drone up there, Portia thinks things are going to go to hell in a hand basket.”

“Like poking a bear?”