Chapter 10: Bourbon Street

Bron’s POV

I am utterly delighted to be woken up by message notifications on this warm, moonlit evening.

The air is filled with promise and the sweet smell of honeysuckle flowers in the warm breeze. I stretch my long, elegant arms up over my head and slowly make my way out of bed to check my messages. The early evening has been my morning for a long time. Almost as long as I can recall. I love to sleep all day.

I flip the laptop screen open, ready to check my messages. I really expected that girl Rainy to call by now. She should have called a long time ago already if she was anything like the others.

Women adore me with my dashing sense of style, and my charming old-world personality. I am unlike anyone else they have ever met. I hear it all the time.

I am their chivalrous knight in dark armor. Even Veronica the Great says so. Ugh. Veronica. I grow so weary of her, and yet she is so often by my side these days despite our stale conversations.