That Girl is Poison - Milly Taiden Page 0,37

bags on the couch. “Mara’s an unusual name. How did your parents come up with it?” Raveena opened one bag and pulled clothes out.

“Oh,” Mara laughed. “It’s a bad joke in my family. My great-great-grandmother claimed to be a witch who escaped from Salem way back whenever. Of course, that came from her long after dementia had set in. Then, during Halloween once, her son supposedly confessed that his father was a demon who boinked his witch mother or something like that.

“So my dad said I had a devilish look when I was born, so they went with a devilish name.” Mara shrugged. “Actually, they had no idea about the previous Mara until one of the older cousins mentioned the family Demon Boy who joined a circus and became somewhat famous for what he claimed. Sounds to me like a bad scary movie for the holiday, and that’s it.”

“Cool story, though. I didn’t know if you liked jeans or leggings, T-shirts or sweaters, so I brought a little of everything.”

Mara watched Raveena lay out beautiful clothes on the back of the couch. She picked up a pair of jeans and examined the tag. They were her size. A green T-shirt, the same color as her eyes used to be, sat among the clothes. Feeling sentimental, she scooped up the shirt.

“I appreciate this. You didn’t have to bring so much. Just a few pieces would have been fine.” Mara commented as Raveena continued to pull out clothes.

“Oh, it’s my pleasure. It makes room for more clothes.” Raveena laughed. “I even brought a specialty bag. Don’t worry, nothing has been used, so it’s all brand new. I’m not sure the bra will fit. You’re bigger than I’m upstairs, but it’s worth a shot.” Raveena pulled a pink bag out of the shopping bag and handed it to Mara.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Mara took the bag from her.

“Any time. Here let me give you my number. If you ever need anything, just let me know. I’m usually around.” Raveena pulled a small notebook from her purse and wrote her number on a page. She tore the sheet out and handed it to Mara. “I mean it. Anything you need, you just give me a call.”

“Thanks, you’ve done more than I could have asked for already.” Mara folded the paper and pushed it into the pocket of her pajama pants.

“They’re all yours.” Raveena waved at the line of clothes. “I’ll catch you later. We should get some coffee sometime and get to know each other. I have a feeling we’re going to be good friends.”

“I’d like that,” Mara admitted, grateful to meet another woman in the pack.

“You guys take care of her.” Raveena turned toward Kyro.

“We plan on it.” Kyro nodded. “Thanks for swinging by.”

“My pleasure.” Raveena waved to them as she headed for the door.

After Raveena left, Mara picked up the clothes, folded them, and set them in a pile on the coffee table. Now all she needed was a long soak in a hot bath, and she would be good to go. The guys planned on going to a meeting, so she would have plenty of time.

“I hate leaving you here by yourself.” Xeon pulled her into his arms.

“I’m an adult, remember? I’ll be fine.” She pressed her lips against his, trying to reassure him. “Everything will be fine.”

“If you get bored, call Raveena,” Kyro suggested and pulled her from Xeon’s arms into his own. He claimed her mouth, teasing her lips with his tongue. She parted her lips, inviting him in.

“Come on, Kyro. We have a meeting to hold.” Xeon pulled Kyro away. “We’ll be back in a few hours. Then we’ll have all the time we want to romance you.”

“You boys need to learn to share your toys.” She arched a brow at them.

“Hey, I shared. I shared a lot last night,” Xeon said with a smirk.

“Yes you did. Maybe next time you can join us instead of sitting in the corner like you’re in time out,” Mara said to Xeon.

“No one puts me in time out. I just thought it was what you needed at the time.” Xeon kissed her once more before heading out the door with Kyro in tow.

Mara watched them leave but hated seeing them go. She loved spending time with them. Though she’d only known them a short time, she felt like she’d known them forever.

Because they’re our mates, her panther said from within.

“I still have much to learn,” she mumbled under her breath.

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