Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Kas’s POV

It takes a lot of convincing, but! finally talk Bronx out of bringing James or Marco on our honeymoon. He very begrudgingly agrees and only because, as a wedding gift, Henri arranged for one of his warriors to be our personal driver for the two-week trip. His name is Francis. He’s not nearly as burly as James or Marco, so! was skeptical as to why Henri would send him.

“Don’t let looks deceive you, Kas. Francis is Henri's right-hand man. He’s a technician. I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley,” Bronx says looking off into space, “Actually, you could probably learn a thing or two from him when you're ready to get into weapons training. I'll talk to Henri."

I look at the unassuming man with short bleach-blonde hair, wearing a black suit and white dress shirt. He's a chain smoker but somehow doesn't smell like cigarettes. Regardless of who he is when he isn’t driving us around Paris, he is very polite and accommodating while he does. °

On the first night after dinner, Francis has to shoo away paparazzi and escort us quickly into the car as a crowd starts to gather when we are leaving the restaurant. Bronx had warned me that the human world is different, photographers may be aggressive and try to take our picture but I didn't realize it would be twenty people ata time. He puts his hand on the small of my back and holds me close to his side while Francis safely gets us to the sedan. More flashes go off trying to get our picture through the tinted glass.

“Bronx, why are they so adamant to get our picture?” I ask watching them knock on the window begging for Bronx to roll it down and answer questions.

“T'll show you in the morning, Baby,” he sighs, sounding frustrated.

In the morning, he shows me the newspaper the hotel brings with breakfast. Sure enough, there we were on the sixth page. The headline reads ' Wedding Bells for Billionaire Mason?’ in smaller letters below, it says ‘World’s Most Eligible Bachelor, Officially Off the Market’ The short article called him mysterious and called me a petite bombshell, possibly an up-and-coming model. Maybe even an indie rock star based on my unusual hair and eye color. They even try to guess how much he spent on my wedding rings. There is a grainy picture of us having dinner in the restaurant. The next one is of us leaving the restaurant hand in hand smiling. The next is Bronx looking mad, pulling me closer to his side and Francis moving into the frame to protect us. The third was an extreme closeup of my wedding rings.

"Why do people care? It’s not their business,” I growl a little, looking at the article. I'm sitting on his lap munching on some blueberries.

"It's the human world. I’m known as the owner of a really big company. I try not to put myself out there for the world to see. When humans don't see me out and about very much they become curious. They don’t know my position in the werewolf world. Now they find out I'm suddenly in Paris with a beautiful woman no one’s seen before. It’s big news for the tabloids. Humans are nosy.

They're curious about what someone like me does when they're not working, that's all," he says as he kisses my neck.

bombshell of an indie rockstar model’ like you?" "Oh. Well, according to this, you're letting me

know. People will be putting a name to your face and

idea

you are. Besides, there is literally nothing they can find out about you," she purrs trying to look

you're the

says with a

eek

television shows I've seen about Paris, it’s beautiful beyond every expectation. Francis knows all the shortcuts around the city and how to avoid crowds. We get to do so many

and desserts, one is for cheeses, and the last one is wine and food pairing. I don’t usually like to drink, but Bronx insists that to level up my cooking game, I need to understand different wine profiles. It isn't as bad as I expected. With our wolf senses, I’m able to taste all the different flavors the sommeliers explain and what types of foods they are best served with. They let me ask a ton of questions and take notes on my little notepad. Bronx just sits back and chuckles

takes me to the top of the Eiffel Tower. The

a dozen purple roses. We even get to see another couple get engaged while they are taking in the sights. It is so cute! I can’t

you seeing this?” I ask as I look out over

it all before," she yawns as she rolls

me it’s a pretty formal place so I put on a nice dress and makeup. The sales manager is very nice but has a nervous personality. I think he is intimidated by

empty finger and frown a little as the assistant takes my rings away. Another assistant comes over with another band for me to

in a heavy French accent, handing me the sparkly ring on a

look at Bronx quizzically. I don’t care how much money he has, if he bought this ring, I'm going to kill

buy it," he says as he signs some paperwork. I

but not mine. It feels awkward and heavy.

the manager a little longer, discussing a necklace for Sandy's birthday. She is going to be fifty, so Bronx wants to get her something special. The manager takes notes and lets us