Sarah POVElla texted both me and Zane for lunch with the girls on Saturday at the latest must-go restaurant. Even as I was reading it on my phone, Zane walked through the open door to my study with a frown.“I’ve become so wary of her even, ‘Let’s do lunch at Cézaane’s with Sarah and the girls tomo
Sarah POVIn an unsubtle retaliation, of which I thoroughly approved, Zane got us a semi-private table at Chez Paulette, a human-centric restaurant in a section of the capital city informally dubbed Humantown. They specialized in French cuisine, unsurprisingly, and kept an excellent cellar of human-
“So now you too know what it’s like to be famous,” she cooed. “Never being allowed outside without security, never being able to finish a meal without a fan.”“It comes with the territory,” I responded.She gave me an appraising look I didn’t believe for a minute. My fate with her was already sealed
Sarah POVWe were excited and trying to hide it. We weren’t being very effective.Last night, I had read yet again from The Little Mermaid.“She was a strange child, quiet and thoughtful. While her sisters showed delight at the wonderful things which they obtained from the wrecks of vessels, she car
We all held our breath as Chloe thought that over.“I wanted to make you proud,” she said finally. “But I know you love me.”“Oh, thank the goddess,” he said, bending over then so he could take her up in his arm. “Oh, thank you, my darling girl. Yes, I love you, and whatever you do and whomever you
Sarah POV“S is definitely Scott,” Ted said, and we all knew enough by now not to question her. She didn’t like being questioned that way because, as I learned, she never said something that wasn’t backed up by a ridiculous amount of data, or meta-data, whichever was more important.Most of us were
She closed her eyes, took a breath, and opened them again. “All right, so, I wasn’t going to go into this, but if S is Scott, that means Scott has been closely monitored by you, and his access to your household has been limited, right?”Zane nodded. “Very.”“So, Scott couldn’t have seen the sketches
Ella POVIt had been quite a while since I’d been to Scott’s apartment, but not much had changed. It was the same pristine space with his two white leather couches and black-and-white Ansel Adams prints. He answered the door with the same calm smile he wore when Olivia died, and when I held up a bot