Page 219 of Wolf Roulette
But Basilia remained behind. She studied me for a beat. “Congratulations, Andie. You did it.”
“It finally feels right.”
The billionaire shot me a gleaming look. “Bet winning felt good too.”
Well… couldn’t deny it. I frowned. “Hey, could I ask you something serious?”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
“How easily do vampires get drunk?”
* * *
“Stay still,” a bleary-eyed Wade snapped at me.
We were in my manor bedroom, which was mostly empty now I’d moved in with Sascha.Reallymoved in, too—I’d put my clothes in the wardrobe and drawers and everything.
Tommy lay in the foetal position on the floor. Cam had her sunglasses on inside as she finished my hair and make-up—Wade directed her unnecessarily. On the window seat, Basilia filed her nails.
Mandy was flopped on the bed, playing on her phone.
The humans in the room made the mistake of trying to keep up with the supernaturals last night. Neither Basilia or I achieved drunkenness for more than a few minutes, but it was amazing how quickly dummies could be arranged in erotic scenes with a really fast vampire helping out.
As my wolf, Booker wasn’t affected by alcohol, but she hadn’t seen fit to stop me.
Rhona entered the room. “Nearly ready? People have left for the meeting hill.”
“She’s ready when she’s ready,” Wade hissed.
My sister scowled. “Not my fault you overindulged last night. Don’t treat others like shit.”
Vampires and werewolves wouldn’t take Wade on, but my sister would.
He grumbled an apology.
Dabbing my lip gloss on, Cam straightened. “There. Radiant bride.”
“I’m not getting married,” I said mutely.
Rhona helped me up, and I faced the mirror. Cam had put my hair up today. Wavy tendrils softened and framed my face. It looked natural but took her two hours to achieve.
Wade had insisted my make-up stay minimal—a simple smoky eye and peach lip with a peach hue on my cheeks.
Tommy crawled to the wardrobe. “Dress.”
With Wade and Cam’s help, I slipped it on overhead.
The boho dress was white. Full-length sleeves, a low-cut back, and scoop neckline flowed into a simple long gown. The lace pattern gave the appearance of most of my skin showing through the dress, but a nude slip was stitched beneath.
“It’s so beautiful, Cam,” I said again. “Thank you. Please open up a shop here. Your things are to die for.”
Basilia lifted her focus from her nails and made a small sound of surprise. “That’s impressive. Let me know if you want help with start-up costs for that shop.”
Cam paused in twitching my dress into place. “Really?”
“If your manufacturing process is ethical and environmentally friendly—which I assume with Ni Tiaki values, it is—then I’m interested.”
My friend’s mouth bobbed.