Bringing new characters to life and finding out what makes them tick and how badly she can make them suffer is one of her greatest pleasures, almost better than chocolate and fuzzy pink bunny slippers.
“Siona and I will remove ourselves to the woods and await our return to Mylena from there,” he said stubbornly.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure it’s a nice family, and we’ve got four weeks until the planetary thing. You can’t stay out there. You need shelter and food.”
He gave her a mulish look. “You are not the only one who can fend for themselves in a strange land.”
“That’s not the point,” she insisted. “They’ll go after you.”
“I’m certain we will be able to evade anyone who comes looking for us.”
“That’s not the point, either.”
“Then please get to it,” he snapped, his grim frustration leaking through the goblin king facade of calm. She hissed and glanced over her shoulder, worried that someone would hear them.
“Do you honestly think my parents will let me see you if you buck the system and take off like that?”
“Right now they’ve promised that you can come over any time you want, but if you run away, they’re going to think I’m a flight risk too, or that you’re a bad influence.”
“If you tell them the truth—”
After last night’s incident and the discussion with her father this morning? “I can’t do that, Isaac. It’s too soon. They’re still hurting, and I don’t want to add to that. They would just get more confused.”
He glanced over her shoulder, mouth tightening as he appeared to consider what she’d said.
She squeezed his hand. “Please. It won’t be so bad,” she promised without any idea if that would be the truth or not.
Just then her mother called her name from the kitchen. She glanced at Isaac. “Will you at least give it a shot for a few days?”
He nodded stiffly and leaned down to kiss her. “For you I would do most anything, which you use to your advantage all too often,” he murmured against her lips.
Greta grinned at him over her shoulder as she went inside.
Now on to the Interview!!!