Figures

Kind of. It was more than nothing, so she nodded, actually impressed. “I guess I was wrong, then,” she spoke, shaking her head. Of course there was no way he would be a better hunter than she was. The better sense of smell helped when finding a prey. They were made to be hunters, so the wolves knew their way around. Even when it was in their human form. Emilia, however, had never been much of a hunter. She knew how to do it, but she’d rather prepare the food. She was a good cook and she enjoyed doing it too.

Never in her life had she met someone so certain he’d win something. Especially if the chance to win was incredibly small. Emilia laughed shortly. “Sounds like a deal,” she told him, a smile on her lips. “I’ll think of something before we meet, then.” As she did not, in no way, expect him to actually win next time. She had a week to come up with something that would make it worth her time.

‘Should I come pick you up then?’ he asked. The woman raised a brow, before she laughed. “You have more manners than my last date did,” she noted. “So let’s hope I won’t have to flee this time.” After all, she had met him because she had to run from her date. The amazingly annoying guy who she hoped not to re-encounter once they went there. If they actually managed to be unlucky enough to have to deal with him again, she’d take Max up on his offer and pretend he was her long-lost husband. The gamble addict that wasted his family’s money and had way too much confidence. Sounded fairly legit, didn’t it? Especially that Duncan hadn’t killed him yet if it were true.

“I’m staying at a place called [lmaowedoengewoonalsofhiereennaamstaatwantidk],” she told him calmly. Not the fanciest of places, but definitely not lacking. Her room had a big bed and the breakfast had been superb. Definitely a place she would return to if she ever made her way back to d’Auvignon. “So I’ll expect you there neatly on time.” Because they wouldn’t want to be late for the race now, did they?

“Am I glad that my long-lost husband is there with me, then,” she told him with a smile, after he mentioned her previous date. She wondered if the guy would even ask her. Maybe he truly believed she felt unwell and went home. Or perhaps he was less stupid than that and actually realized what had happened. With men, you never truly knew. They seemed to have their brains split in two and half of it was generally shut off.

“You’ll owe me two if you forget or are late,” she warned him. Was this going to be a system now? She had always worked with favors, telling people that if they wanted her to actually use their magic, they would owe her. It was nice to have people be in debt to you and she didn’t want people to rely on her healing magicks too much, as it wore her down to use. She did, however, generally make sure not to owe anyone anything. Once she did, she knew she couldn’t refuse. Something that she’d rather not get herself into. “Better prepare to lose,” she calmly told him, taking another sip. Oh, she was looking forward to it.

Their backstory. Very important! Max could very well be the man she needed in her life. The man to save her from the disastrous dates. “I mean, it’s simple,” she told him calmly. “We got seperated during our honeymoon by something incredibly dangerous and you had to walk all the way back to d’Auvignon!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were still alive.” She placed her hand on her chest to add to the dramatic effect. She’d almost want to run into the guy now.

He wouldn’t forget and he would be on time. She laughed, shaking her head. “Good,” she just told him. She clearly wouldn’t mind spending another day with him, so going to that race seemed like a fair deal. Perhaps she would put some money on a horse too, just to check how it would work out. Who knew - he might lose, but she might win. After all, all of her bad luck must have gone to her luck in men. Max, however, seemed to believe that he was the one winning. “I’m actually starting to think I might win,” she told him, slowly nodding. Yep. That was going to happen.

Absolutely brilliant, he told her. His next words caused her to nod and she threw him a smile. “Of course. I’ll make sure to put up my best act,” she told him. If lying could be called a talent, it certainly was one of hers. After all, with a big brother like hers, she would need to every now and then or she would never be able to leave the house again. It was the children of strict families that learned to lie so well, just to be able to live their lives. After all, the woman was not one to be locked up. She loved her adventures. Even more so if her family disliked her going on them.

“I’ll make sure to do better than that,” she told Max when he said she’d win if they betted on the same horse. No, she would figure out which horse to bet on in another way. Or perhaps just play a game of luck and pick whichever one caught her eye first. Who knew - perhaps luck would actually be on her side for once and it would work. It would be quite good for her ego and quite bad for his if she managed to win that way. That much was certain.

Max mentioned that he needed to get going soon and Emilia nodded. Yes. She had never planned to stay out for this long, after all. And she was sure that he had been planning to head home as soon as he had lost his money too. “Perhaps I should offer to walk you home,” she told him, a faint smile on her lips. She was a werewolf. She would be more than fine. “But that sounds good to me,” she agreed with a grin.