What Lurks Between the Fates (Of Flesh & Bone, #3)

by Harper L. Woods

He continued over my shoulder, curling around my neck and tickling my skin as he made his way to the top of my head, using my braid to put himself there. He curled up in a circle on top of it, seeming quite cozy as Caldris stared at me. “Problem?” I asked. “That’s hardly sanitary. You never know what he’s crawled through,” Caldris said. “Snakes don’t crawl,” I returned, pretending that I hadn’t just wondered if they had necks. “Besides, I never know where you’ve been, and somehow I still like you.” “Ouch,” Caldris said with a laugh that defied the circumstances surrounding us. “I haven’t been anywhere in centuries.”

“Never accept a gift from a Faerie, and if they give you one by force, do not, under any circumstances, thank them for it. It implies gratitude, and that is something they can use to call upon a debt in the future. If Mab gives you a gift, you are not to be grateful for it. You are to remain indifferent, even if she offers you water when you’re dying of thirst. Do you understand?” Imelda said as the door opened.