The return

Ice’s POV

Barbara chugged the bottle of beer like it was water. I have seen a lot of British women drink but this one is hardcore. She was consuming the entire bottle in one go. Even Pierre looked in awe judging by the slightly dropped jaw.

I felt him lean in and whisper, “sir, what exactly is going on here? In my opinion, this doesn’t fit in the job description that your father told me about.”

I agree with him. First, I was told to baby sit and now I am in a bar that reeked and accompanying a woman who could have been my mother’s age to what---? probably drown her sorrows with the help of the oldest beverage in the book.

She frowned at us, I nearly forgot that this woman had just taken down a full grown wolf and left without a scratch or break down a sweat. “I heard you.”

Pierre froze. “T-that’s not what I meant.”

“Yeah, who are you kids trying to deceive here? I may be as old as your parents but I am mot dumb.” She started to become teary-eyed. “Well, maybe I am. And now my daugh