All Chapters of Lullaby (Fable Saga Book 2): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I’m running through the dark midnight forest.The night-cloaked trees cluster around me like the walls of a gloomy maze, but I won’t get lost.I know the way. He’s calling me. The one I love.I glide over small streams, hollow moss-encrusted tree trunks, a sea of ferns. From time to time I look up. Stars wheel through the patches of black sky peeking through the forest canopy overhead. As I run, the sky lightens to a deep royal blue, paling to lilac speckled with the ghosts of the fading stars.Day is coming.I have to hurry.I’m almost there, but I won’t reach him in time.So I call his name, hoping he’ll hear me.But no sound comes out. I’ve forgotten his name. In fact, I’ve forgotten his face, my face, my name, everything.How am I supposed to find h

After we finish our coffees, we head over to the Whole Foods Market on 15th Ave. Kitty got all flustered when Jade gave her the receipt but refused to let her pay the bill. It was folded in two, and I bet he wrote down his phone number for her.He has no idea what he’s getting himself into.She acted like she wasn’t interested, but she slipped the folded receipt into her bag when she thought I wasn’t looking. She’s been unusually quiet ever since.As we walk down the long aisles stacked with a rainbow of organic peppers and fruit, Kitty mumbles about how hard it is shopping for the boys. Lyall and Ben will eat anything, but Elliot only eats low-carb high protein, Alastaire won’t let anything but the finest delicacies taint his refined palate, and Felix always checks labels for MSG and food dyes and throws away anything that doesn’t meet his rigorous standards.

Ask the angel.The words echo through my mind over and over. There’s no doubt who I need to speak to. I only know one angel, after all, even if in real life he’s more pervy and devilish than angelic.Still, I can’t even imagine what I’m meant to say to Alastaire. He’s going to think I’m crazy if I start asking him about witches and sea serpents and ghostly messages from my dead friends.Before we reach the cabin, Kitty and I stop at the edge of the forest clearing where I found my bicycle overgrown with roses and moss a few weeks ago.I wanted to show her that it’s the same as Mia’s grave. She still doesn’t believe that the crumbling old headstone could possibly be Mia’s, but at least if she sees my bike she’ll have to admit that something suspicious is going on.But when we reach the spot, there’s nothing there

I should do this more often.My ensuite bathroom at home has a shower, so I hardly ever take baths. Even here at the cabin, I’ve been showering upstairs every evening out of habit, totally ignoring the beautiful porcelain clawfoot tub in the downstairs bathroom.I hold my champagne glass in the air, admiring the way the warm candlelight glints off the bubbling golden liquid.The boys looked mildly shocked earlier when I passed on supper and instead took a crystal champagne flute out of the cupboard. I half filled the glass with sparkling champers, then reconsidered and filled it to the very brim. Ben and Alastaire were thrilled – they’ve been trying to get me to drink with them for weeks now. They weren’t as thrilled when I said I was drinking it alone, in the bathtub, and I was locking the door behind me to keep out any unwanted visitors.The fruity bubbles sparkle on my tongu

Felix’s love bite is gone the next morning.Not healing, not faded – just gone. As if it was never there in the first place.I run my fingers over the smooth patch of skin, still feeling the touch of his cold lips.If it weren’t for Alastaire seeing the mark and losing his shit over it, I might have thought I’d imagined the whole thing.Great. Yet another lovely incident to add to the long list of ‘Impossible Things That Can’t Be Happening To Me But Somehow Are.’Unfortunately, the other, older bruise over my ribcage is still right where it was, as darkly purple and painful as ever.Even though there’s no longer a need for me to cover up, I still choose a high-necked skater dress with a button-up collar. My neck and shoulders are totally hidden, and I won’t have to wonder if Felix or Alastaire t