“Thanks.” She looks around one more time, probably to see if she’s got everything.
The party isn’t over yet, but it seems that her part is done and she seems ready to leave. I can’t imagine how hard it is to entertain almost twenty kids under the age of six for hours on end. Just the thought exhausts me, and I didn’t have to do shit.
We walk down the side of the house, to the front. Liam seems to appear out of nowhere as he opens the gate, always a gentleman that one. He lets us through, before closing it behind us and following us down the path to the line of cars at the street.
The princess stops in front of an old beat-up car, it’s covered in dust, and I see the rust on it in some places. She pulls up her shoulders. “This is me. Thanks for bringing that over.” She reaches out to the box but I step back.
“Open the back, I’ll put it in for you.” It’s the least I can do for her after the long afternoon.
She sighs, but then does what I say, opening the trunk with a loud creak that puts all my hairs on end. Ugh. She really needs a new car, or at least needs to get this one fixed up.
“That’s not a chariot fit for a princess.” Liam walks around the thing, not looking very impressed. He can be such an insensitive asshole sometimes...
“I’m not really a princess, you know. It’s just a character I play. People pay me to do this. This is not me.” She unclips her wig and pulls it off, taking her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through it, making it float all around her shoulders.
Okay, she’s even more beautiful like this... Her blond hair framing her face in the softest way possible, the light from the setting sun almost making her amber eyes look like balls of fire.
“And what should we call you, if not ‘princess’?” My voice is rougher than I mean it to be. She’s got an effect on me that I didn’t expect. I might not have any interest in a mate, but this girl interests me.
“I’m Cyra.” She throws the wig into the car and closes the trunk. She looks at us both and then opens the door of the car. “Thanks for the help.”
“Happy to be of service.” I nod, stepping back and glaring for Liam to come over. He can be a little weird around cute girls, and this one definitely fits that bill. I don’t want to scare this poor girl even more, if possible, and I never know what Liam comes up with next. Now she’s not putting on the princess persona, she actually feels more like one, not less.
Cyra starts the car, but after a couple of splutters, it stops. Frustrated, she tries again, before cursing and banging on the steering wheel. “Fucking shitty pile of rust. Arg!”
Liam steps closer, looking inside the car, like he’s about to help her. “Enough fuel? Battery still full?”
“Yes and yes.” She grumbles and her face falls.
“That’s the extend of my car knowledge. Sorry.” Liam laughs.
She glares at him and I like her even more for it.
Then Liam turns around. “Let’s use my car. It’s a better carriage for a princess anyway.” He points. “It’s right there.”
I glance and, with a groan, I realise that he bought a brand new car, again... Well, if you have the money...
Cyra shakes her head, her eyes guarded. “I’ll just wait for help or take the bus home.”
“That’s going to be a long wait or a very long walk.” I look at her. “Nearest bus stop is at least a half an hour walk. Liam is right. We’ll drop you off at your place and I’ll get someone to look at your car on Monday. I’ll drop it off at yours after it’s been fixed.”
“I couldn’t...” She looks at her hands. “I... really...”
“I’m afraid it’s that or walking for half an hour in those princess shoes you’re wearing...”
That seems to make her change her mind. “Fine. Just... No funny business.”
“I can’t promise that with Liam around. That guy is a bag of fun and I never know what comes out of his mouth next.” My really bad joke seems to put her at ease, at least somewhat. I open the car door for her. “Do you need the box? Or can that stay?”
“It can stay. I won’t need it this weekend. I just need some things from it.” She climbs out and goes to the back of the car.
Liam steps closer, grinning. “Well, we’ll get to know the princess even better. She doesn’t seem that skittish around us, does she?”
I smack him on his arm. “She probably won’t be, if you don’t say weird shit to her. Behave.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He laughs, walking ahead of us to his brand new car. “This is a carriage fit for a princess.” He opens the car on the passenger side so Cyra can get in and then he gets behind the wheel himself.
I quickly climb in the back, before he leaves me here.
Any time Liam is involved, interesting things start to happen, and I feel that if I’m not going with them that something might happen to Cyra. Not something bad or dangerous, more that he might get them in trouble. I don’t know, they’d get involved in a bank heist or something. You really never know with that guy.
I feel like I want to protect her. That’s probably just because I know what Liam can be like.
Yes. Probably that.
Definitely that.
No other reason. Absolutely no other reason than that.
6 Liam
I hadn’t planned on attending Daisy’s birthday party, but when I heard that Max was there I decided to
