“When will I be allowed to knock on your front door?” Andreas asked the way he’d ask about the weather, while driving Kelly to their third date.
She let out a grumbled “argh” before answering him sincerely, “I don’t know. I don’t think my parents would approve.”
“Your mom already knows about us,” he countered flatly.
“What?” The blonde soon-to-be eighteen-year-old girl cried out. “How?”
“She’s a siren. My persuasion ability doesn’t work on her.”
Kelly face-palmed at that. How could she have been so naïve as to believe none of her family remembered the afternoon of her car accident?
“What does she know exactly?”
“I told her that we are mates,” he replied simply, his eyes darting her way briefly to see her reaction.
“And what did she say?”
“She thanked me for bringing you home.”
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