Anton and I both eagerly wait for Laila to begin the story about her date, but when she just continues to sit and blush Anton moans and collapses on to the couch next to me, making both of us turn to him in shock.“It’s no fair,” he groans, putting his hands over his face. “I’m so jealous. No one ta
Is that really true? That he could have…never met them, if everyone apparently purports to know him so well?And if Blythe did know my family…why wouldn’t he have come in to say hello?“Well, I think that’s it for all of the rest of the Competitors,” Anton says with a happy sigh, leaning back agains
“Well, a mermaid is certainly not a gorgeous woman,” Laila murmurs, a cunning little grin takes her lips as Laila places my pretty little book on the table and conjures a slim volume of her own. “This is.” And then she opens the page and my mouth falls open.Because the creature there…Well, it cert
“God, Anton,” I murmur, resting my chin on my fist and peering at him. “Maybe you are.”I guess that my realm of possibility has been expanding of late.“No way,” Anton says, frowning at both of us and spreading his hands wide. “It’s a coincidence –““Oh, but being Selkie is so great!” Laila says, c
About two hours later, Anton and I are…probably drunker than we should be.But we just sit quietly on the very fancy day bed that Laila conjured out on the terrace, staring up at the three moons hanging in the sky, each of us thinking hard.“Do you seriously think I’m a Selkie?” Anton murmurs, his b
“Yesterday you brashly and insincerely dragged me into the Deadlands to make a point about who was in charge,” he murmurs, tilting his head and daring me to counter him.I scowl, looking away, hating how well he knows and can already read me. Hating that he sees down to my basest self, the selfish a
Unfortunately, despite our very ambitious drunken conversation regarding all the mysteries that we’re going to solve and the things we’ll accomplish, the Underworld has other plans.Because in the morning, when I wake, there’s an envelope waiting for me on the edge of the daybed. “Anton,” I whispe
I laugh a little and Anton huffs wolfishly, shaking out his fur and sticking close by my side. And then, still tracing my fingers through his fur, wanting the tingle of Anton’s presence, the three of us move through the door.Nic falls away very soon after we enter, taking his place with the other H