“Yeah.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, like cheap shots I can use against him. Or anyone else who wants to start shit.”
“I’ll think of something. When do you want me to show you?”
I melt into one of the worn leather armchairs and close my eyes, out of breath from climbing the stairs as we reach his corner. “Tomorrow?”
“That seems ambitious,” he deadpans.
“Okay you know what—” I crack one eyelid and glare, only to see him grinning.
“Chill. What book do you need first? I’ll get it while you recover.”
“The Divine Unseen: Tarot in the New Age. And thank you.”
“No problem,” he says, and my eyes drift shut watching him walk away.
The library is dark by the time I wake up. My phone vibrates my lap, and I nearly blind myself checking the screen to see it’s Milo.
Milo Monroe
hahahahhahahha
you’re lucky he didn’t draw a dick on your face.
Wait—
Nyx Byrke
What?
Milo Monroe
“POV: when Sleeping Beauty parties too hard.”
[picture]
It’s a picture of me, sprawled out in the armchair, snoring with my mouth open and drooling on Ramsey’s sweatshirt that I now realize is keeping me warm.
“We are officially on a friendship time out!” I shout, knowing he’ll hear me with his super special shifter hearing wherever he is. A booming laugh comes from the stacks to my left, and moments later he appears.
“What’s up?”
“You’re a dick.”
He shrugs with a smirk. “It was funny.”
I groan and lean my head back. “How long did I sleep?”
“Only like three hours.”
“You let me sleep for three hours? What did you even do the whole time?”
Another shrug. “You’re not the only one with reading to do.”
“Thanks for the sweatshirt.”
