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January 23 - February 3, 2025
“You mean to tell me that you waltzed in here with that sanctimonious attitude and expected to get this for free? Are you just discourteous or do you have a forbearance disorder? Is your brain a miniscule raisin?”
Bella Dosa liked this
Frankly, she looked like a cross between a clown that hadn’t slept in seventeen days and a
Barbie that had been melted in the microwave.
Crisp leaves drifted from the trees, sparkling the morning air with twirling browns and spinning yellows, crafting a blanket of windblown maple confetti over the campus walkway.
“You’ve been black marked, Kate Kole,” she added. “The fae Prince has come to kill you. And he’ll succeed.”
Truly, Cress had wondered since he arrived here why humans even had noses. They could hardly smell the truth or lies in the air, or the complex history interwoven into their own fragrances.
Thirty minutes later, three assassins sat around the café sipping warm pumpkin spice lattes and flipping the pages of their novels quietly.
know all about the lengths you’ll go to for your grandmother, and what you’ll do for a measly female neighbour you don’t even know, and the sympathy you’ll show an old woman crossing the street with her paper bags of human food, and the other things you do for others when you think no one will notice. I know everything about you, Katherine Lewis. I know all about Lily Baker, too. I know your grandmother’s real name, and your brother’s. And yours.”
“I know why you’re afraid of the sky’s anger. I know why you changed your name. I know what you’ve lost, what you cherish, and each of your little habits. I know you enjoy the colour yellow, and that you scribble painfully adorable little notes in your books. I know that your favourite soap contains sweet, fragrant powders. Like I said, I know everything about you.”
She released a grunt. “A fae with a sweet tooth. Interesting.” “A human with a resistance to enchantments.” He glanced at her, turquoise eyes pointed. “Far more interesting.”
“You’re too kind-hearted,” he stated. “It’s weak.” “You’re still a monster. It’s scary.” He glanced at her, but she couldn’t see his eyes past his sunglasses. A laugh escaped her as he seemed unable to come up with a response. Cress reached over and took her hand again. “I like your laugh. It’s harmless in both an irritating and infatuating way.”
“Don’t mistake me for a hero like the fairy folk in one of your books, Katherine. I’m the devil in most people’s stories. The last, terrible monster they see.”
“Why do you read such boring literature?” and “Which of my assassins is your least favourite? I want to see if we picked the same one.”
“I’ll deliver you to the human medical building,” Cress told Lily. “But make no mistake, Lily Baker, if you ever trick a fairy into eating a raisin cookie again, the sky deities will show no mercy. I hope you realize that what happened here today was punishment for that wretched cookie I ate this morning.”
