“So, what’s the problem?”
“It’s all very transactional. You know me. Before I met with the oracle, I thought I was going to do my time at the coven, get trained, then move off and start a family. With a man I love and have lots and lots of children. Now, because of what the oracle saw, I’m going to be impregnated by a man of their choosing, and we will produce one child who will be raised by the coven. I mean, sure. I’ll be there, but it won’t be the same.”
“We could go on the run together and live on the Cliffs of Morgai and meet random men and hook up with them and raise children on our own.”
“That sounds equally parts nice and fucked up.”
“Maybe.” I shrug.
She takes in a deep breath. “I have to go, but I don’t want to leave.”
“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.”
She shakes her head with a hint of a smile. “Only you would make jokes when your life is on the line and the entire fae community is out searching for you with pitchforks and wooden stakes.”
“As long as it’s not iron.”
“Funny, not funny.”
“I love you.”
She gives me another hug, holding me to her so tight, it’s hard to breathe. “I love you.”
She turns and walks towards the door. “Don’t open this door for anyone.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Overwhelmed by a thousand thoughts and emotions, I close the door and press my back against it.
Fuck!
What am I going to do?
EVERLEE - FACE TO FACE WITH DICKFACE
It’sbeentwohours.
Two hours with no one here. Betty is still MIA and Lizzy is gone. I have looked in every room in this little apartment, made the bed, folded the blankets on the couch- three times, and stared out of the window. There are more cats that have claimed the trashcans as their playground, while others are using the curb as their lounger. Every time I look out of the window there are more- close to twenty now- and a little kitten that prances around with its tail in the air like it’s hot shit. He or she is orange with white stripes with a black and white face. It’s the most interesting color combination I’ve ever seen.
What am I supposed to do? If Lizzy is right and most of the faedom is looking for me, then my days are numbered. I can’t stay in this apartment. There is literally nothing to do and nothing to eat. I will die of boredom before any fae kills me.
I need to come up with a plan, though. Where to go, contacts, backup plans.
Excitement prickles my skin as I hurry into the kitchen to find some paper and a pen. I quickly flip through all the drawers and find a pencil, but no paper.
“DAMMMN ITTT!” I yell out in frustration, sinking to the ground. A wolf spider the size of my palm climbs out of a hole and scares the ever-loving- shit out of me. “Where the fuck have you been hiding?”
The spider stops and stares at me, and I stare at it.
“Are you hungry?” I look around the apartment. “I have nothing for you to eat. Shit! I’m talking to animals. Sorry, spiders. Oh!” I remembered the paper wrapper our sandwiches came in. Standing quickly, I run to the trash and fortunately, it’s still on top. On top of what? Air? I scoff. Because there is nothing in this place.
I get Lizzy wasn’t prepared to hide me away, but damn. And seriously, where in the hell is Betty?
Shit! I don’t even have her number to call her for food. I’m going to starve to death.
No.
I refuse to die of boredom or hunger. I’m a fighter and I will fight. I’m really regretting not paying attention more in fae history class now. Learning about the true fae seemed like a waste of time. I’m wondering if this is karma. She is a fickle friend.
I grab the pencil and the wrapper from the sandwich and start planning and plotting. Where I can go, people I can see.
