Lullaby (Fable Saga Book 2)

Kitty insisted on wearing kitten heels for our little excursion. Even though they’re pretty low compared to her usu

ugh. At least she’s n

t’s a blessing that we were able to get into the jeep at the car

on the fridge. Hopefully they’ll just carry on without me, and they’re

shopping list before we even set foot out of the car. By the time we’ve found a shady parking in a nearby lot, Kitt

h Kitty is a

o five thousand dollars, and is out in less than five minutes. Within an hour we’ve visited about twenty stores,

f me. The boutique we’re in is called Sable & Sabine, and I’ve never set foot in it before, on account of t

e’s never actually bought anything, because she says that t

ltzed in with her multitude of designer boutique shopping bags and the

hich Felix's granddad squandered – but Felix's dad made it all back and more through some business he started. I never imagined that they were

she asks, holding up a ruffled black velvet dress. “I lik

st?” I ask, already

ssistant. “I’ll take it. And that gold one in the wi

t feel right letting Kitty spend money on me. And all these clothes are so sophisticated and showy. I

s as she swipes her American Express Black Card. “I nee

he thought of food, which sen

ou’re also hun

oo Doughnut is just up t

pts me. “I want to

s’ restaur

et’s go ther

checking the time on my phone. “But the Nig

nd invite them too. I haven’t seen them in over a week, after

always so dark-hearted and sarcastic. It sounded like she was saying that something specific happene

legendary,” I say. “

ays Kitty. “

*

alkboard with today’s specials as the coffee machines stir to life within. She looks up as we walk b

eli or café vibe, with sandwiches and scones and cookies – but it’s still a lunchtime favorite in the area.

ere, at this table. This exact spot. Probably on this v

im through the menu, even though I alrea

me to my bed, don’t think about how close his face was, i

n with you and my b

oddam mind re

ng,” I

at me. “I know he’s… complicated. If you

cover my now violently red cheeks. Just the fact that anyone, especially F

y. I haven’t even kissed a guy. I’m pretty sure that the incident with Felix on my bed the other night and Alastaire’s re

r voice says right behin

ferent about him today. His normally loose dark blonde hair is tied up in a man bun, and instead of his usual paint-smudged vest

ed by huge, corny grin, his grey eyes sparkling in a way I’ve never notic

Portland, are you

fening under his gaze. She narrows her eyes ever s

ells Jade carefully,

“I would have recognized you. Wh

ust li

as she stares at Jade with a h

me?” S

ht?” Jade repeats confiden

Kitty says, lookin

s anything I can do to defuse the awkward sit

nge your mi

ty says, blatantly ignoring h

king at Kitty in a way I’ve never actually seen him look at a girl before. It’s the special look he reserves for his artwo

ty's undeniably stunning. A ten out o

got it," Jade says

running her fingers through her black hair that she's actually nervo

ot and chocolate cake we just took out the oven,” he sa

re Kitty can disagree. She’s watching him

s that, and just who does

And an amazing painter too actually. He

yes following him across the room as he w

ipes for the cake stand and forcing me to taste t

always like that with girls? Like, asking rand

t know,

t some sort of creep who’ll just hit on anything female. Jamie’s been throwing h

he?” Kitty a

e,” I answ

ver so slightly. “No r

he lik

p on his offer?” I blurt

d firmly on Jade on the other side of t

attraction’s clea

and giving advice on stuff I have absolut

gs,” Kitty says. “Besi

om The Vampire Diaries or some exquisitely chi

rts. Suits. Country club. Not arts

our cappuccinos and a plate with two forks on eithe

ake with vegetables anyway?”

Jade says with a wink, before hea

spiciously, but she takes a bite and

s. “I mean, we’ll probably be leaving in less than a week

the activity today took my mind off the painful purple bruise that appeared o

touching it through the

ty asks, her eyes c

e bit,”

ly, a faraway l

asn’t a hologram,

ing my head. “I d

ods. The dreams. The way I found my bike decayed almost beyond recognition a

hing you’re not tell

l think I’m crazy as hell if I try explain to her. Not that I even know

good idea where I’