Author: Aileen Erin
Category: Paranormal
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“All right, girly. Time’s up.”
I tightened the towel around myself as Meredith opened the bathroom door. She held a red robe. It was long, floor length, and hooded.
“I got this one altered for you.”
I was at least half a foot shorter than the shortest werewolf. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have thought of that.”
“No worries. I got your back.” She set the robe on the counter. “Let’s fix your hair, put on a little makeup, and then head out.”
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I forced myself to take steady, even breaths. “Right.” My voice was a little squeaky.
“It’s going to be fine. This is no big deal. You’re already bonded to the hotness.”
“Right.” Still squeaky.
“And you love him.”
I let the breath go. “Right.” Not even a little squeaky.
“I’m thinking we do some braids. That way you can put on the hood and not mess it up too much.”
I shrugged. My normal style was leaving the hair down and letting it air dry or tying it up in a totally sloppy knot. I wasn’t one for fixing myself up, except for special occasions. But this totally counted as one.
“Whatever you think.” Because I couldn’t think about anything other than what would come next. My mind was already a million miles away, going over the steps of the ceremony.
Meredith clapped her hands. “Perfect. Go sit at my desk. I’ll bring everything over.”
I was fidgeting too much as she worked. “You’ve got to stop moving.”
I chewed on my lip. “So, did you see the latest episode of The Soup?” It was a total non sequitur, but it kept me distracted when all I wanted was to be outside with Dastien, and fully bonded.
I borrowed Meredith’s computer to show her the latest clip of Finding Bigfoot. We were laughing when I realized that maybe I was the dumb one. Could they really be onto something?
“Wait. Is there a bigfoot?”
Meredith snorted. “No. Not that I’ve ever heard of.”
“Thank God. If those morons were right, I was going to freak out.”
“Even if they were real, I doubt leaving a half-eaten donut in the middle of the forest is going to attract one. And what is with that crazy screaming bigfoot noise that guy makes? Does he really think that it’s going to attract a bigfoot? I mean, how does he know that’s what a bigfoot even sounds like?”
I laughed. “I know! Right? Because they’re not real. It’s horrible.”
Meredith stepped away from me. “Okay. Done.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
I got up to look in the mirror. My hair had gotten pretty long—the dark brown wavy-curls reached halfway down my back. Meredith had shaped the mess into lots of little braids that twisted together and formed a crown. “Wow. This is amazing.”
“Thanks.”
“How did you learn to do this?”
“The same way anyone learns anything these days—the Internet.”
I picked up a compact mirror so I could see it from all angles. “Seriously. I’m impressed.”