Michelle tolerates nothing less than perfection.Gabriela’s words rang in her ears. This fiasco was nothing less than an epic fail.
“Let it be known that Jane Devereaux did not have a hand in ruining Easter.” Jane locked the front door and rested her hands on her hips. “I’ll own the Santa debacle, but this was all you, Gaston.”
His eyes flashed with menace, and he straightened to his full height, his aura pulsing with power. The last thing Destiny needed was a vampire fight in her bakery. Not when she’d just committed the flub to end all flubs.
Or life as she knew it, at least.
“It’s not Gaston’s fault.” She plopped into a chair and dropped the magic masking her wings and halo. She didn’t have the energy to keep up the charade.
“You see?” He gestured at her. “It’s not my fault.”
Jane snorted. “You know how the demons stay tame. You didn’t stop to think the cake might’ve been magical?”
“Why would I? It was sitting right next to my pudding.” He crossed his arms.
“It was a mistake. He didn’t know.” Destiny dropped her elbows on the table and held her head in her hands. “I’ll lose my wings over this for sure.”
“No, you won’t.” Jane sank into the seat across from her. “And speaking of wings…wow! If perfection had a poster child, you would be it. I’ve never seen you in all your angelic gloriousness.”
Destiny forced out a sardonic laugh and laid her arms on the table. “I’m the farthest from perfect an angel can be. I gave the frigging Easter Bunny amnesia. I don’t deserve wings. Or this.” She gestured at the golden ring floating atop her head.
“It’s not your fault.” Jane rested a hand on hers.
“I left the cake there. It’s my fault.”
Jane pursed her lips. “You only left it there because I smashed a plate onto your dress. If I’d been more careful, you wouldn’t have rushed into the kitchen.”
“So you do take responsibility…” Gaston teased.
Jane stuck out her tongue. “I’m just saying that a string of events led to Pete’s brain turning into a dust bunny. You didn’t force-feed him. Surely, your boss will see that.”
She shrugged. “So what if she does? Easter will be here in a few weeks. How will that work without the Easter Bunny?”
“The same way Christmas would have worked without Santa. It won’t.” Gaston stood with his hands behind his back, staring out the window. “You will have to remedy the situation quickly. Pete was already on a mission to save Easter.”
“It needed savingbeforeI blanked his mind?”
“Several fae hens have been murdered. Drained of blood. The rest aren’t laying eggs.” Gaston turned toward them. “That is why he traveled here. He needed help.”
“Hot damn.” Jane slapped her hand on the table. “The timing couldn’t be more perfect.”
Destiny’s eye twitched. No eggs, no antidote for angel magic, a bunny who was MIA. “I don’t see?—”
“Think about it. After everything that happened, what will it take to save Easter?”
She lifted a hand and dropped it on the table. “A mira…cle.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “It’ll take a miracle.”
Jane flashed a conspiratorial grin. “And I know just the angel to make it happen.”
Could this be it? The thing that would save her immortality? Easter in peril was way more important than a gator shifter’s left testicle. It was certainly miracle-worthy.
“You’re right.” Unable to fight her smile, she rose and tucked her chair under the table. “They can’t possibly reject saving Easter.”
Jane swiped her phone screen. “It’s three weeks away.”
“And I have two.” She bounced on her toes, a giddy sensation expanding in her stomach.
“You’ve got this, sister.” Jane stood, joining in her excitement.
