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“If you were going to turn into a pumpkin, it would have happened by now, Cinderella.”
“It is a story,” Xander said with a sigh, “involving star-crossed love, fake dating, tragedy, penance… and possibly vultures.”
The Pretending It Doesn’t Matter Game.
Balanced on the balcony’s railing. Shirtless and sunlit in the solarium. Smiling. Smirking. Our hands touching on the bridge. His body protecting mine in the Black Wood. Trailing a washcloth down my neck—
There’s murder afoot, sleep tight!
“You don’t have to kiss me. You don’t even have to like me, Heiress, but please don’t make me do this alone.”
“This party sucks. The socialite-to-scone ratio is pretty much unforgivable.”
There’s nothing more Hawthorne than winning.”
“You look like you swallowed a squirrel.”
“Maybe the gargoyle lied.” Xander sounded like he was enjoying that statement a little too much.
“Perhaps,” Xander said thoughtfully, “the gargoyle lied!”
“It is possible,” Xander whispered, “that the gargoyle was telling the truth.”
“Sighing melodramatically,” Thea sniped. “Obviously.”
