Chapter 33

In a pastel pink room, Megan sat on the edge of a pink bed, clutching her backpack tightly. Her cheeks were tinged with a soft blush as she looked up at Tristan, who stood towering over her. He was seriously curious what his little wife had been doing in the black market. What had she gone there to buy that might be dangerous? Sure, he was curious—but more than anything, he just didn't want her getting caught up in something risky. Megan slowly unzipped the backpack and silently pulled out two high-voltage stun guns. "Here, these. I got three—keeping one for myself, giving one to Rachel, and planning to give the last to Chloe." "That's the 'female products' you were talking about?" he raised an eyebrow. Megan nodded seriously. "Girls need something to protect themselves, especially when they're out alone." Well, the stuff was real, but did she really need to go all the way to the black market for this? Tristan narrowed his sharp, fox-like eyes. "Anything else sketchy in that bag?" Mega