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Grunting, I yank back open the window and toss the gift to the ground below. Then I slam the window down again, the force rattling the glass, and march to bed.
I have to keep this deranged foreplay going just long enough to get through school. By the time he asks for me to perform my part of the bargain and realizes I’ve tricked him, it will be too late. School will be almost over. Then he’ll go back to his inbred academy and I’ll never have to see him again.
I tell myself this over and over until I fall into a restless sleep.
26
“Why did you never tell me the city in the fall is this beautiful?” I ask Mack as we stroll down Fulton Street in Brooklyn, past rows of orange and gold trees. Valerian and Asher walk beside us, their heads on a swivel as they take it all in.
We’re on a field trip for our Modern Mortal World class. Professor Lochlan set us free in Manhattan this morning, and we’ve spent the day traversing the city. The point is to immerse our Keepers in human culture while teaching how to do human things like buy something with a credit card, follow the pedestrian crossing signs, and flag a taxi.
When it came to using the subway line, which we took after visiting the Museum of Modern Art, Mack had to teach all of us, including me.
I sneak a glance at Valerian. He’s dressed in a long sleeved gray Beastie Boy’s shirt we found at a flea market earlier, dark skinny jeans, and a navy blazer. His mess of similarly colored wavy blue hair is tousled artfully to the side. If not for the sharp prick of his ears jutting from his hair, or his inhumanly gorgeous features, he looks just like all the other hipsters milling around Brooklyn.
A pigeon flutters near his feet, pecking at a piece of trash, and Valerian looks ready to slay the poor creature. The pigeon hops away as Phalanx streaks overhead—as if being tailed by a giant owl in Manhattan isn’t conspicuous in the least.
I’ve already warned Valerian twice that Phalanx can’t eat the tiny dogs New Yorkers seem to all own.
Valerian agreed, but begrudgingly. He’s been on high alert after an adorable golden retriever tried to bite him.
Apparently, dogs can sense the Fae, something I didn’t know.
Asher is similarly shell-shocked. He was doing fine until he entered the crosswalk too soon and was nearly flattened by a red Miata. Valerian, used to negotiating for every service in the Everwilde, offended a cab driver when he claimed the driver’s rate was tantamount to thievery and got us thrown out.
All in all, it’s been an eye-opening experience. Especially learning how much Valerian and Asher don’t know about our world. The Seelie Courts have been acclimating their Evermore since they were children, but the Unseelie have done the opposite.
Which is how two of the most powerful Evermore in existence got trapped inside a revolving door for three whole minutes. When Asher freaked out on the escalator, we decided it was best to stay outdoors for a while.
As we moved away from the traffic and stores, both Evermore chilled a bit. Mack insists our final spot should be Owl’s Head Park, so she grabs us four salty hotdogs from a food truck, and we find a grassy spot near the water to eat.
Despite it being nearly October, the weather is unseasonably warm, and the park is crowded.
Asher downs his hotdog, and Mack graciously offers him hers. He’s interested in the ships gliding along the New York Harbor, so she takes the dragon shifter to see them. I watch them go and then turn my attention to Valerian. He sits cross-legged, sniffing the sauerkraut on his hotdog and looking incredibly disdainful.
“You don’t have to eat it,” I finally say.
He sets it on the grass for Phalanx, looking relieved. “Thank Titania, that’s quite possibly the foulest thing I’ve ever encountered.”
“Fouler than the mushroom meatloaf the academy makes?”
“Fair point.” He smiles, and a part of me celebrates. Things have been strained between us after the gauntlet, and we’ve both been too busy with school and my extra training to hang out.
On a whim, I say, “Hey, why don’t we do the truths game you promised me?”
“Now?” He pointedly glances over the crowded park.
I shrug. “No one’s listening.”
“But they are staring.”
He’s right. That’s the other thing I wasn’t expecting. How much people stare at Valerian and Asher. The men mostly glare, while the women don’t even try to hide their attraction to them. I nearly tackled a middle-aged woman on the subway after she tried to grab a handful of Valerian’s ass.
Thankfully, Asher wasn’t too overwhelmed by the New York subway experience to protect the prince, and he sent the woman scrambling back.
But everywhere we go, women throw themselves at both men, especially Valerian.
I also wasn’t expecting how much that would bother me.
