Wishing Well(93)

I was going to kill him. For real this time. So that he was actually dead. It was like Maurice had taken over Vincent’s persona to become the most aggravating man in the world.

Stopping in place, he spun slowly to face me, a wicked grin tilting the corners of his lips.

“If I’m not mistaken, even in some fairy tales, the princess started out as the maid. It’s your choice, Penelope. I’ve made my offer.”

And after flashing me another knowing grin, he turned to walk away, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

Oh, yeah. He was going to be a dead man when I was done with him.

But what could I do? I had to say yes. At the end of our fairy tale, the beast had become the prince, and I was the beauty chasing after him.

Knowing what my decision would be, knowing that I would return to Wishing Well to be with the man I’d never stopped wanting, I followed behind him wanting to slam my fist into the back of his pretty head.

But I did so with the hope that our stories would finally become what they should have been all along, knowing that we both would live happily ever ...



...Oh, who am I kidding?...



We would drive each other crazy, every day and every hour, for the rest of our fairy tale lives.




THE END