When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122
Artemisia

You are dead to me!

My words are still blinking on the screen as the phone blows up next to me. I can’t stop my tears from falling as I think about the possibility of having to get back to my old pack.

And I don’t want to.

This is my home now.

I would rather die than return home where they will practically have me drink tea with Rick as well.

“Did you… or maybe the Omegas…” I start as Ramona already interrupts me.

“Never!” she screams out of my walk-in wardrobe.

I take a shaky breath, pressing a tissue to my lips as she appears in the door to the dressing room.

“Babes, I have never seen you this happy! And you know, I hate Ricky-boy!”

I laugh as she started calling him this as soon as she heard one of my mates calling him that.

Normally, she is very conscientious about addressing everyone by their title.

“I would have never done such a thing to you, even if I hadn’t got to know them and see that they are absolutely amazing to you.”

I sniff, patting my eyes dry. “Thank you.”

She takes a step, crossing her arms. “And I can vouch for all of my maids as well. You know them. What would they gain by doing such a thing?”

“Well, I know my family as well…” I murmur and she does a strange movement as she laughs.

“Maybe. But your family isn’t passing their free time amusing themselves with the warriors,” she winks at me, making me gasp. “I think that no one of us wants to go home, babes.”

I crack up as she clears her throat, “Babes, did you throw away that top I loved so much?”

“The pink one with the puffy arms? Goddess, I wanted to throw away that hot piece of garbage years ago, but my love for you wouldn’t allow me. So, it should be hanging there. I never wear it.” I yell at her as she has already disappeared into my wardrobe.

She resurfaces, shrugging. “Maybe I’m just too blind.”

“Taste blind? Yes, on all accounts,” I laugh as she distorts her face.

Sitting down next to me, she sighs. “It’s your mother this time. Don’t you think you want to pick up at least one of her calls?”

“Don’t want to,” I murmur, playing with my tissue.

Ramona sighs deeply, before she jerks up, having had an idea. “Why don’t we go on a shopping spree? Like… Let’s take a stroll and get one of those slushy ice drinks.”

“I really don’t feel like getting a Granita,” I groan, but she gets up, pulling me with her.

“No excuses! We have to get you out of here. Come on.”

We run down the stairs and out of the pack house to reach the garage. After getting into a sleek convertible, I drive us into town, and soon enough, we are slurping colourful iced drinks while strolling through the narrow streets.

I try to remain positive and concentrate on window shopping while my mind always brings up how much I’m going to miss all of this.

“Come on, babes. Everything is going to be alright, you will see,” Ramona tries cheering me up as we stand before a boutique with a wonderful gown on display.

“Ah, I don’t know,” I sigh, taking another sip of my drink.

“They are just worried. That’s all…” I turn around to her as her voice suddenly has a strange tone to it and find her looking around with a confused expression.

“Is everything alright?” I ask as she keeps making funny faces.

Distorting her face, she answers in an unconvinced tone, “Yeah.”