TWISTED GAMES ( THE RULES ARE BROKEN)

CHAPTER 2 : BRIDGET

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Bridget POV'S

"SPANK ME! MASTER, SPANK ME!"

I stifled a laugh at my bodyguard Booth's face as Leather the parrot squawked in his cage. The parrot's name said all you needed to know about its previous owner's sex life, and while some found him amusing, Booth did not. He hated birds. He said they reminded him of giant flying rats.

"One day, he and Leather are going to get into it." Emma, the director of Wags & Whiskers, clucked her tongue. "Poor Booth."

I held back another laugh even as I felt a small pang in my heart. "Probably not. Booth's leaving soon."

I tried not to think about it. Booth had been with me for four years, but he was leaving for paternity leave next week and staying in Eldorra after to be closer to his wife and newborn. I was happy for him, but I would miss him. He was not only my bodyguard but a friend, and I could only hope his replacement and I had the same rapport.

"Ah, yes, I forgot." Emma's face softened. She was in herearly sixties, with short, gray-streaked hair and warm brown eyes. "Lots of changes for you in a short time, my dear." She knew how much I hated goodbyes.

I'd been volunteering at Wags & Whiskers, a local per rescue shelter, since my sophomore year of college, and Emma had become a close friend and mentor. Unfortunately, she, too, was leaving. She'd still be in Hazelburg, but she was retiring as the shelter director, which meant I would no longer see her

every week. "One of them doesn't have to happen," I said, only half joking. "You could stay."

She shook her head. "I've run the shelter for almost a decade, and it's time for new blood. Someone who can clean the cages without her back and hips acting up."

"That's what volunteers are for." I gestured toward myself. I was belaboring the point, but I couldn't help it. Between Emma, Booth, and my impending graduation from Thayer University, where I was majoring in international relations-as expected of a princess-I had enough goodbyes to last me for the next five years.

"You are a sweetheart. Don't tell the others, but..." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're my favorite volunteer. It's rare to find someone of your stature who does charity because she wants to, not because she's putting on a show for the cameras."

My checks tinted pink at the compliment. "It's my plea sure. I adore animals." I took after my mother in that regard. It was one of the few pieces of her I had left. In another life, I would've been a veterinarian, but in this

life? My path had been laid out for me since before I was born. "You would make a great queen." Emma stepped aside to allow a staff member with a wriggling puppy in his arms to pass. "Truly."
laughed at the thought. "Thank you, but I have no interest in being queen. Even if I did, the chances of me wearing the crown are slim."