A few days later, Kurt told Amelia to pack a bag for a weekend vacation.
“Make sure you pack one of those cheeky swimsuits I got you," he said over the phone, his voice smooth and sensual.
He was being cagey about the details, but Amelia didn't need any justification for a getaway with her lover, especially if it meant she got to give all her new bikinis a spin. With the election for Guardian Witch approaching, it was all anybody in her family spoke about, and she was so tired of listening to people say that a werewolf would be crowned Guardian this year.
She knew Solaris would pass the title to Silvana, just as tradition would have it, and Amelia wanted no business in the political quarreling that swept every dinner table or afternoon tea chat.
All Amelia wanted was to have fun, a
