Page 129 of Sorrow & Strangers

Summer

What do you mean?

Unknown

Little fae, I shattered the skull of a pup who had a video of you changing. I’ll leave it to your imagination what I did to someone who drugged you.

My stomach flutters, and I can’t help but read the message over and over. Did he kill them? For me? And why does that make my center pulse?

Who was it? Did he kill Rick? No. He said he’d killed the person who drugged us, and that definitely wasn’t Rick. He was as much a victim as I was.

Unknown

No one touches what is mine without consequences. You should be aware of that by now.

The possessiveness in his message stirs up even more confusing emotions. Plus, he said, touches. Does that mean he hurt Rick?

Summer

I am not yours.

Unknown

Still lying, I see.

Summer

Drop this now.

Unknown

Why?

Summer

Because it’s not the truth.

Unknown

That you are a liar? Or that you are mine?

I can feel his smug satisfaction even through the text. It fuels my anger, and I welcome it, relaxing a little as it sets my confusion aflame.

Summer

I am not yours.

Unknown

Finish the potion.

Bristling, I stare mutinously at the potion. Alice groans, still miserable even in her sleep. I am starting to feel a little better, and I know it is because of whatever is in this bottle. Fuck, I do not want to ask him for a favor.

Summer

I need another potion for Alice.

Unknown