The Book of G

by Lily Archer

“The Wood of Mist is in the fae lands.” She stills my hand. “No map exists for where you have to go.”

I already feel cursed. Adding another one is probably a bad idea.

“You were whispering over and over in your sleep about a beast. You did that back at Madge’s too.

But her—even before I knew she was a her—I couldn’t let her go.

“You already knew I was wicked.”

I suspect you know me better than you want to admit.”

“But you shouldn’t have risked it. Why would you do that? We could’ve just left.” I adjust my leg, wincing as I move. “It made you cry.”

“I was thinking ‘morally gray’ but you’re more like a midnight abyss.” She mutters something under her breath, ending with the word ‘wicked.’

“By the time we’re through with this trip, you’ll understand there’s no amount of wickedness I wouldn’t do for you.”

“You’re an animal.” She reads my thoughts. I nibble her chin. “Makes sense. Animals are your specialty.”

“If this is what being good is all about, I fucking hate it.”