Erik
“Why the hell are there reporters everywhere?” I barked into my phone at Gary.
It stressed me out, the prospect of having my mate out in the open at a place her ex already knew we’d be, and now there was human press here.
“I’m not sure, sir. Perhaps the combination of celebrity guests and some minor human royals. Maurice’s firm is the most prominent probate firm in the country. Plus, a story broke a few hours ago about him having a mystery heir. Rags to riches story about Avery that’s mostly fabricated.”
“Get the lawyers on that story, now,” I told him and hung up.
“What is going on? Why are there tabloids here?” Avery said, clutching her coat tight around her.
“Gary says there’s a Cinderella story about you being Maurice’s sole heir. Things have snowballed, and with influential
