Happy Valentine's Slay ( A Grimm Diaries Prequel 10.5 ) Read Online Free Page B

cutting the roses from a bouquet in her hand and throwing them on the tables.
    “I am not sure if she’s enjoying tearing up roses or if she is trying to decorate the tables,” Wolfy whispered to Pete.
    “It’s both,” Pete said, burping on purpose. “Don’t you know what today is?”
    “What? Is it a special day?”
    “Of course, you fury-fury creature,” Wendy answered.
    “It’s Valentine’s Day,” Pete said as he pulled Wendy closer and started dancing with her between the tables. “Please, no fangs, darling. Pull them back. You know how I feel about that.”
    “Oh, sorry,” she said. “Just got exited, Pete.”
    Wolfy shook his head, irritated. “So what is Valentine’s Day? Is it something like Rat Catcher’s day?”
    Wendy laughed at him. “How could you read all those books, and still not know what Valentine’s day is?”
    “It’s lovers day,” Pete said, still dancing. “Lovers celebrate and give each other flowers all over the world.”
    “All over the world?” Wolfy wondered. “How come we never heard about it in Sorrow?”
    “For some reason, it’s prohibited,” Wendy said “That’s why Sorrow sucks,” she laughed again.
    “So should I be bringing Ladle flowers today?” Wolfy wondered.
    “A hammer and a nail would be more appropriate,” Wendy mocked him, although she didn’t know Ladle was Death. It was Wendy’s dark nature that let her sense things without even knowing why. She had always thought of Ladle as weird, and she had enjoyed setting her toes on fire when she was asleep once, like she loved to do with Hunchy who was serving as the place’s body guard at the moment.
    “A kiss would be alright, Wolfy” Peter said, pulling Wendy closer to him. “For you and Ladle, a kiss on Valentine’s Day would be just about right,” Peter pulled Wendy closer to him and kissed her passionately. Wolfy had to pretend he wasn’t eagerly watching. He didn’t know why seeing two people kiss made him hungry again, so pulled out a raw piece of meat and ate it behind their backs.
    “No fangs, darling,” Pete said, pushing Wendy away. “How many times do I have to tell you, no fangs when kissing?”
    “Sorry, Pete,” she said with a trickle of blood on her lips. “Got carried away again,” she winked slyly at Wolfy.
    Peter wiped the trickle of blood from his lower lips. He was used to her biting it.
    “Ladle and I never kissed,” Wolfy said softly, swallowing his food while Peter burped on his behalf. Peter always did that. Whenever someone ate or drank without burping, he did it for them. This time he also yanked the chair upside down for the fun of it.
    “What?” Wendy’s eyes widened. “What do you guys do when you spend time together?”
    “A lot of things,” Wolfy said, scratching his sideburns.
    “Like what? Reading her Anguish Language?” Wendy snorted.
    “That’s one thing we do,” Wolfy nodded. “It’s nice. I like to read for her.”
    “Shame on you, Wolfy,” Peter said. “Your wolf brothers wouldn’t be proud of you right now. I bet they eat their lovers, not just kiss them.”
    “I really want to kiss her,” Wolfy explained. “She just doesn’t let me. You see, we met in an awkward situation, and I have to do a lot to gain her trust.”
    “What awkward situation? Was she bathing naked in the lake? That’s how Jack met Marmalade.” Wendy laughed, dancing around again.
    “It wouldn’t be as awkward as when I met Wendy,” Peter mumbled. Wendy shot him a dark look, but then kept dancing again on a table.
    “You never told me about that?” Wolfy asked.
    “And I won’t. It was a deliciously awkward moment,” Pete said, approaching the bar and helping himself to another drink. “So who is coming tonight?”
    “I don’t know,” Wolfy said. “The regular guests, I suppose,” Wolfy cleaned more glasses.
    “I bet Jack and Marmalade aren’t coming,” Wendy said. “Jack’s always so introverted, loving his quiet time in the