RENT'S POV
"This is never going to work," I said
"Shut up... and smile!"
"I am smiling!"
"That's more of a grimace."
"What's the difference?" I whisper demanded
"You look like you're in pain."
"This is pretty painful."
Carrie rolled her perfect cat green eyes.
"You're being very dramatic."
"Well, this is a terrible plan!"
"It's a great plan!"
I looked at her, "the plan where we distract the queen with a tray of fucking pastry while the others sneak down the ceiling. That plan?"
"Yes."
"No. It's not great."
She squared her shoulders and looked forward determinedly.
"Rent, it's for Ben."
My eyes fell on her and softened slightly. Her willingness to pummel headfirst into danger for other wolves amazed me. She pushed a bomb into her neck for Dante, using her own free will.
And now we were trekking down a silky marble hallway toward a queen who killed on sight for sport. And all for someone else.
'She wouldn't do it for you. No one would.'
That thought squeezed at my chest, and I shook it away quickly. Lone wolf. I liked it that way.
"Rent?"
My focus snapped back to Carrie.
"What was up with you and that bartender back at the club?"
I tensed, "Jhono?"
She nodded.
"Nothing. Just thought I recognized him."
She shot me an unbelieving look,
"But,"
"Carrie." I shook my head at her, her mouth shut and she nodded.
We walked in silence for a moment, until reaching a huge circular door. My heart began to race and Carrie's hand shook slightly, making the light pastry on her try move ever so slightly.
"Remember, we're bringing gifts from Cawdin, our passion is baking and,"
"And we're a newly married couple. Yes, I know." I replied, catching her eyes, and trying not to show panic.
Carrie nodded and took a deep breath. "Let's hope we get this over with before the kitchen realizes we stole what was supposed to be the queen's tea."
Carrie's eyes fell back on the door.
"Let's do this." She glanced at me,
"ready hubby?"
"After you hon."
She pushed open the door and I followed her in, keeping a firm grip on my tray of stolen treats.
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