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Running toward danger is about to become Rosie's full-time job.
When a grizzled stranger crashes into her life and lifts the concealment that has marred her face since childhood, Rosie Avalon leaves everything she knows behind. Pulled into a realm teeming with magical creatures, Rosie must navigate this new, broken world while avoiding capture by the evil queen, who knows there's more to Rosie than meets the eye.
Bastien is an Untouchable, feared and shunned by all but a handful of elite warriors. His realm has been ravaged by the evil queen's reign, but he will stop at nothing to save the land he loves, even if it means pushing Rosie past her breaking point.
Thrust into a quest that threatens to destroy her family, Rosie's path is clear: she must sacrifice all she holds dear to save a world on the brink of collapse, and hope she doesn't lose herself along the way.
This is books 1-3 in a 14-part fantasy romance series written by USA Today Bestselling Author Mary E. Twomey.
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Mary E. Twomey
USA Today bestselling author Mary E. Twomey lives in Michigan with her three adorable children. She enjoys reading, writing, vegetarian cooking, and telling her children fantastic stories about wombats. While she loves writing fantasy, dystopian, and paranormal tales for her readers, Mary also writes romance under the name Tuesday Embers and cozy mysteries under the name Molly Maple. Visit her online at www.maryetwomey.com.
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Faite Books 1-3 Bundle - Mary E. Twomey
Faite Books 1-3 Bundle
Including Ugly Girl, Lost Girl and Rich Girl
Mary E. Twomey
Mary E. Twomey, LLC
Faîte Books 1-3 Bundle
By
Mary E. Twomey
Copyright © 2017 Mary E. Twomey, LLC
Contents
Introduction
1. Winning and Total Loss
2. Strange Body and Old Dudes
3. Angel of Vengeance in Flannel
4. Rolling and Booking
5. Fighting the Brick Wall
6. Blood and Luck
7. Brownies and Bastien
8. Running and Ditching
9. Magic Famine
10. Blessings Broken with Greed
11. Vegetarian, Kosher, and Poisonous Hot Dogs
12. Bastien’s Butt
13. Old Friends, New Enemies
14. Hamish’s Nutty Adventure
15. No Justice for the Judge’s Daughter
16. My Love for Judah and Lane
17. The Rabbit Hole to Avalon
18. Well Wishes for Kisses
19. New World, Old Foes
20. Dahu and Abraham Lincoln
21. Busted Magic and Big Baby
22. Stuck in a Phone Booth Without Superman
23. Mommy Fainting
24. Wobbly Legs and Missing Tongues
25. The Vow of the Guardien
26. Snake Spaghetti
27. Mrs. Robinson’s New Dress
28. Carried through the Woods
29. Bayard the Butthole
30. Legit Lancelot
31. Bare Legs and Blood Racing
32. Not Kiss and Not Nice
33. Poisonous Poppies
34. Spiders in my Brain
35. Bastien the Bully
36. Uncle, Cousin and Hidden Sneers
37. Not Your Punching Bag
38. Lot in Life
39. One for Me, One for Lane
40. The Wilderness Beasts We Are
Introduction
41. The Lost Village
42. Draper the Disappointment
43. The Noble We Were Born to Be
44. Kissing and Coughing
45. Draper’s Pumpkin
46. Damond’s Desperate Deeds
47. Roommates and Kindred Spirits
48. Posh Spice
49. Without Daddy
50. Avalon’s Wolf Yeti
51. Sharknado with Draper
52. The Gévaudan Pups
53. The Gévaudan’s Revenge
54. Not So Lost
55. Stalked by Bastien the Not-so-Bold
56. Missing Judah
57. The Jerk and the Brat
58. Not Thinking
59. The Most Hydrated Woman in Avalon
60. Welcome to the Forgotten Forest
61. Aunt Avril
62. Spawn of Morgan
63. Mad for the Brotherhood
64. Convincing the Formidable
65. Ruthless Roland
66. In Bastien’s Arms
67. Hail and Leeches
68. My Shelter in the Middle of Nowhere
69. Kerdik the Dancing King
70. Old Blessings and New Friends
71. The Fun in Not Being Careful
72. Private and Public
73. Kerdik’s Hat, His Ring, and His Dark Deed
74. Aunt Gollum
75. Together, but Not
76. Accusations that Break Us
77. Goodbye, Bastien. Hello, Mother.
Introduction
78. Mother Dearest
79. The Amazing Girl Who Bathes Herself
80. The Girl Who Can’t Brush her Own Hair
81. My Masseur
82. Demi in my Bed
83. My New Friend
84. Kicking the Ball, and Putting my Foot in my Mouth
85. The Punishment for Jeans
86. New Husband, New Voice
87. The Hot Guy
88. Unwelcome Guest
89. Madigan’s Bright Idea
90. The Danger of a Soumettre
91. What you Get for Being a Douche
92. Demi’s Love
93. King Urien’s Plan
94. Formal and Fake
95. My Very Own Husband
96. My Guest of Honor
97. Coronation Gone Wrong
98. The Jewel and the Antidote
99. The Link in the Plan
100. The Tallest Tower
101. Baby Pictures
102. The Last Missing Jewel
103. Old Friends
104. The Best Bath of my Life
105. The Worst Bath of my Life
106. The Worst Time to be Naked
107. Cold Girl, Warm Bed, Hot Guy
108. Kerdik’s Protection
109. Goodbye, Rigby
110. Stupid Girl Preview
About the Author
Ugly Girl
Book One in the Faîte Falling Series
By
Mary E. Twomey
Copyright
Copyright © 2017 Tuesday Twomey
Cover Art by Shayne Leighton
of Parliament House Book Designs
All rights reserved.
First Edition: July 2017
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
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Dedication
For my mom,
Who never let me believe that I was the Ugly Girl,
and loved me even when I was certain that’s all I was.
1
Winning and Total Loss
Judah’s laugh was music to my ears as he high-fived me, our pool sticks clanking together. That was an awesome shot. We should’ve bet more,
he said, eyeing the pile of twenties on the ledge that were weighted by a cube of chalk.
The atmosphere in the noisy bar was just starting to hit its sweet spot, with the blaring music enticing the college crowd to remember everything that was good about being young and away from home. We frequently came here after I finished a soccer game, yet somehow there were always a couple guys drunk enough to challenge us, even though we were undefeated at pool.
Is it mean to take their money like this?
I asked, tilting my head at my best friend’s dark curly hair that was slightly sticking up in the back. Neither of us looked in the mirror all that often, but relied on each other to either comb out the quirks, or decide if they should be left to add to our slightly off-center personalities.
Judah guffawed. Don’t you dare start with that pesky conscience tonight, Rosie Avalon. They were sober-ish when we started playing.
Judah scrutinized the pool table, and I could practically feel him bisecting right angles and saying nonsense words like hypotenuse
in his head. Gotta love him. He took his shot and sank the ball, beaming that we were still on top of our game of round robin. We laughed as we did our obnoxious Cabbage Patch dance, the brown curls of my ponytail swishing in time with my pool stick. The guys on my soccer team chuckled at our usual antics, but a few people on the fringes gave us weird looks.
Me. They gave me weird looks. Not that I could blame them. I had scoliosis, which resulted in a pretty sizeable hump on my back. Pair that with my lazy left eye, and I was ripe for receiving at least one grimace a day. One of my stellar nicknames in high school had been Baby Got Too Much Back. The other one was Crater Face, due to the painful acne that never went away. Judah was my other half because he’d never once looked at me like I was the ugly girl, and I’d never teased him about being super into Star Trek, spending his entire life at the top of the curve, or being Jewish. (I mean, come on, people. It’s the twenty-first century already. You’d think the anti-Semitic comments would’ve died out before we were born, but there were always a few jaggoffs whose mission in life was to derail the evolution of the species.) I’d learned to accept the girl in the mirror and not hold back my personality. Just because I wasn’t a blonde cheerleader didn’t mean I was about to sit on the sidelines and sulk my whole life.
I was the starting striker for the Blue Hornets. The cheerleaders could have the blondes, for all I cared. I’d found my people long ago, and they didn’t need me to be prom queen. Their main concern was if I could score, which I had no trouble proving game after game.
Don’t feel like foreplay tonight?
I asked, taking in our opponents’ frowns of frustration. Our competition was droopy-eyed from their newly minted legal drinking-aged licenses, and not amused at our dance.
Judah tapped his watch, which also served as his day planner. You’ve got to study for finals still.
I felt eyes on me, but I tried to ignore it. I pretended I didn’t mind being talked about. It was the pointing that did me in. I rolled my hunched shoulders back as best I could, but no matter how straight I stood, I was still a little stooped. I did my best to push out the world and focus on the game. Double or nothing if I make this shot blind.
Maybe I was showing off just a little. I was in a great mood after the shutout, flying high off the adrenaline that kissed my forehead on the soccer field.
One of our challengers who was four beers into his night leaned against the table. Not a chance. I’ve seen you pull that trick before. I still don’t know how you do it.
Magic,
I teased, wiggling my fingers as I lined up my shot. I paused to play with the locket on the thin gold chain around my neck. When my Aunt Lane had given it to me, she’d warned me to never take it off – it was my good luck charm. My luck tended to run freezing and scalding, but I placated her all the same.
Judah and I put them out of their misery quickly, since Judah was annoyingly right, and I did have to get home to cram for finals. It wasn’t truly over until we finished off the chorus of Queen’s We are the Champions
, which we nailed because we sang it at least once a week in this very bar after just such a victory. Our pool winnings kept our grocery budget firmly at a notch above ramen noodles, so we came here as often as we could.
I tried not to pay much attention to our goalkeeper, Kyle, who was arguing with his girlfriend, but they were hard to ignore. It was an hour after a victory, so their fight was right on schedule. Last time their clash was over him kissing her too hard, and smearing her Barbie pink lipstick. That had been one long night.
I saw you looking at that skank!
Melanie’s voice was shrill, which was the only tone I’d ever heard on the girl. I idly wondered what it would sound like if she ever whispered.
Kyle’s indignation was so faked, I didn’t even buy it. Who? Women come to our games sometimes, Mel. They’re half the population. I wasn’t looking at anyone in particular. Just playing the game.
Three times you laughed at a joke that girl told after the match. You think I didn’t see it?
Kyle scrunched his nose. Who, Rosie? She’s my teammate. Jeez.
I was the only girl on the soccer team.
Melanie huffed, her arms akimbo. I don’t care if you joke with the ugly girl. It’s the one in the halter top who you couldn’t stop grinning at that I have a problem with.
My movements stilled as I leaned on my pool stick. Judah hadn’t heard, because he was still being an obnoxious winner, dancing as he counted our take. It was just me who could stand in my defense, only I never wanted to in these situations. Melanie was right. I’d gone through many painful chiropractic treatments to try and straighten my hump, but scoliosis wasn’t one of those things that went away with a simple crack of a spine. No matter how many times I went to the dermatologist, a heavy smattering of acne covered my cheeks, chin and forehead. I knew no guy ever looked my way, and over the years, I’d become okay with it. It helped me find out who my true friends were, and who not to waste my time around. Still, Melanie’s words punched me in the gut. I wanted to believe the best in humanity, but sometimes it was a struggle.
Kyle’s genuine displeasure at Melanie’s slam made me stand a little taller, though he didn’t say, No, Rosie’s not ugly,
but rather, Hey, she’s my friend, and you need to cool it with that kinda talk.
I swallowed down the bad spot on an otherwise awesome night, working up a grin for Judah, who’d finally come down from his gloating. You ready to go, Ro?
Judah asked, tucking our winnings into his pocket.
I put on my best fake smile and pounded my fist in the air. I’m super way pumped to study!
The crowd was thickening, hitting the point in the night where, if you hadn’t already secured a chair, you were nursing your beer standing up for the rest of the evening. I held onto Judah’s hand so we didn’t get separated as we weaved through the college students who’d come to celebrate the end (or near end) of the semester.
I was starting to feel claustrophobic right as someone bumped into me from behind, knocking my hand out of Judah’s. The bulky body bumped me forward into a woman, who turned to scowl, and then reared back with the infamous grimace when she saw what I looked like.
I held up my hands like claws and hissed, as if I was a hag who was about to put a hex on her, cursing her into decades of unending slumber. If I was going to be gawked at like I was hideous, I wanted to really earn the part.
Judah snorted a laugh at the girl’s horrified expression. He gripped my hand tighter so we didn’t get separated as we slipped through the crowd, finally making our way out onto the cracked sidewalk. The neon from the bar’s sign lit Judah’s smile just enough for his levity to migrate to me. Did you see her face? I thought she was going to pee herself. I love when you do that. And if I didn’t say so in there, good game.
I bowed under the streetlight to my adoring fan, grinning as I righted myself. The smell of exhaust and semi-fresh air was a welcome reprieve from the peanut shells and bottom-shelf beer I’d been breathing in all night.
Judah did a doubletake, his brows furrowing in confusion as if I was wearing a weird hat or something. He took three steps back, and then two forward to squint at me, pushing his Buddy Holly glasses further up on his nose. Rosie, your face! Did you… Are you wearing makeup or something?
My nose crinkled. Huh? Why would you even ask me that? I don’t even own any makeup. You know that.
For the first time in his life, Judah pointed at my face in distaste. Your acne is gone. Like, you were normal just a minute ago, but now your skin is all… I dunno. You don’t look like you.
Who do I look like, then?
I challenged, hurt that he would point at me like the circus freak I often felt like.
You look like your Aunt Lane! I mean, the similarities were always there, but now…
My hand went to my throat to play with my necklace. I often did that when I wanted to soothe myself after being looked at like I wasn’t pretty in a world where things like pretty mattered a little too much. My fingers touched the naked skin of my neck above my blue jersey, fumbling around for the chain that should’ve been there, but suddenly wasn’t.
As if trying to pat down a fire, I felt all over my collar and my shirt, a panic rising up in me at losing the one precious thing I owned. Oh, no! Judah, where is it? My necklace is gone!
I blinked rapidly as my left eye started to twitch while I searched around me for the sentimental treasure.
Judah frowned and turned on his phone to use as a flashlight, searching the concrete from where we stood all the way back to the bar. I’m not seeing it. You sure you didn’t take it off?
I threw my hands in the air after shaking out my shirt and still coming up empty. In all the years you’ve known me, have you ever seen me without that necklace? I never take it off! Lane made me promise to keep it on forever. Oh, she’s going to flip.
My vision started to swim, making the cars passing by look blurry, and then unnervingly detailed, disorienting me enough to take a step back. Rapid blinking made things clearer, but still didn’t reveal my necklace anywhere in sight.
I can’t picture Lane getting pissed that you lost something. I can’t picture her mad at you, period. It’s an honest mistake, Ro. We’ll come back in the morning and check the lost and found. It’s probably on the floor in there. Chain was bound to break one of these days.
I groaned at the thought of people squashing the locket that had belonged to my long-deceased mother. My aunt had taken the locket from my mother’s meager belongings and passed it down to me. It’s the only thing of my mother’s that I have! Judah, we have to find it.
Alright, alright. Don’t worry. I’ll help you.
My left eye started to itch as if there were phantom spiders running all over it, so I ran my index finger across my eyelid. I grimaced when I felt heat radiating out in a circle around that whole section of my face. I started blinking rapidly to clear away the foreign sensation, willing myself not to lose my cool and smack myself in the head to make the tingling stop.
When my gaze fell on Judah after my vision finally focused, he jumped back in horror. Gah! What’s wrong with your eye?
It was the hurt that had never come from him until this moment. All the other kids in school had blanched at my lazy left eye, but Judah never cared that I looked different. Now he was acting like the woman who’d cringed in the bar when she’d gotten a good look at me. To have him comment on my wonky eye in the same minute he was acting all horrified by the rest of my face was a double whammy that made me take a step back. Anger welled up inside of me and spewed itself all over my best friend. Are you just now noticing that I look like this? What’s your deal, Judah?
He seemed to remember himself and cleared the gap between us, hands raised. I don’t mean it like that. Your skin is totally as clear as a baby’s, and your eyes are pointing in the same direction! It’s freaking me out! How are you doing that?
I felt my face and, sure enough, my skin was devoid of pockmarks. There wasn’t even any of the scarring I’d acquired from acne gone rogue throughout the years. Wha… Are you serious?
My optometrist swore up and down that my vision hadn’t been affected by my lazy eye, but I began to notice that even though it was nighttime, I was able to see a little clearer – the edges of everything were a bit crisper. Judah?
My voice came out in a pinched bleat of panic.
I’m sure there’s a totally logical explanation. Maybe it’s a trick of the moonlight?
he suggested, though I could tell he didn’t believe his conjecture.
I shook my head, feeling all turned around and borderline emotional. A lazy eye doesn’t just fix itself in a blink!
Okay, let’s go home where there’s actual light. Then we can see what we’re dealing with. Maybe I’m wrong.
Are you ever wrong?
I asked, incredulous.
No,
Judah replied apologetically. It was true. Judah was always at the top of the curve in school, but was blessed with the grace not to lord it over the dummies like me who were barely hanging on. His shoulders deflated when he took in the effect his unfiltered words had on me. Come here. I freaked you out with my pointing. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.
Judah held out his arms, and I didn’t hesitate to crash into them, resting my trepidation on his shoulder in hopes it would evaporate there. Don’t point at me like that anymore,
I said quietly, letting him know that he was my safe place, and taking that away would be a devastation I wouldn’t recover from. Everyone else can, but you? You’re my…
I fished around for the right word, but landed on shtick. You’re my pimp daddy.
Judah snorted into my hair. You’re totally right. I’m sorry, hot mama. Are you okay?
I lost my necklace, so no. Everything else can take a backseat to that. My acne is really gone? I saw myself in the mirror after the soccer match, and I was still me.
Not a trace of it, Ro. And your left eye is pointing straight now. It wasn’t that way when we were playing pool in there just a few minutes ago.
I was about to crack a lame joke to ease the seriousness, but a sudden ache in my back forced me to roll my shoulders through our hug. A gust of air thrust out of me when it felt like something suddenly shoved me from inside my spine. The push held enough of a punch to catch me off-guard, changing the most basic things about my appearance, and freaking me out when I was already on the brink. Oof!
Judah scrambled to hold onto me as my legs gave out. I whimpered pathetically when my back decided to be a total wuss and start spasming. Hey, what’s wrong? What’s happening?
My back hurts! Oh, man! Super way painful. Give me a second.
I tried to stand on my own, but my spine was in full-on contortion mode. Judah held me, despite my protest and my torso bending away as it tried to center itself.
A terrifying crack sounded, rippling down my spine. Judah and I cried out in alarm as one voice, but he held me until I was finally able to find my footing. I slowly stood with a bit more stability, rolling a kink from my shoulders.
Judah hopped back with alarm clear on his face. He lifted his finger to point, but remembered himself and lowered it. Instead I followed his eyeline and patted my shoulders in fear.
The noise from the college kids passing by blurred into the background when my fingers reached over my shoulder and landed on… nothing. I pulled in a deeper breath than I’d ever managed before, my lungs expanding with extra room that came from standing up straight.
Only I’d never stood up straight before.
My hump,
I whispered, amazed and terrified. My mouth fell open when I realized that I was seeing the world from a vantage point of about two inches higher than usual, due to not being stooped anymore.
Judah shook his head, his hand over his mouth. Rosie, your hump is gone!
He looked like he was about to say something else, but the newfound air that dragged inside of me was pushed out in a forceful gust.
Something heavy pulled at my chest, making the whole area feel bruised and unsteady. Discomfort mutated to pain as I moved my arms over my chest. I’d always had a flat chest, with no breasts to brag about. That, I’d been grateful for, though. Having immobile A-cups meant you could run faster on the field without being bogged down by weighty body parts.
My mouth fell open as dread colored my cheeks. Beneath my banded arms, I could feel my chest growing at an alarming rate. The whole area ached so bad I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from screaming. Inches and inches expanded faster than I could conceal them, my skin stretching grotesquely as the elasticity of my sports bra was tested to its limits.
And then both straps snapped.
Never in all of our years as friends who’d seen each other through puberty had Judah ever glanced at my chest. He gawked like a teenager with no thought of social propriety as I scrambled to hide my spontaneous breasts. Did those just… Are your…
He couldn’t say the word boobs
to me, which was good, because I might’ve imploded on the spot from mortification if he did.
I’m going to go look for my necklace!
I shouted, horrified and utterly drenched in confusion. I worked the tattered remains of my bra over my hips and discarded the sad fabric in the nearest garbage can, flummoxed and a little terrified that I was morphing into something… not me.
I didn’t wait for him, but barreled back into the bar, holding my bosom in place with my arms crossed. Goosebumps were covering my arms, and tears of angst threatened to spill out of me. My shoulders and my chest felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to them, but the terror at the suddenness of it all hurt far worse. I pulled out some cash in my haste to find my necklace, and slapped it on the bar top. I rarely drank more than a beer or two, but my back ached, and my chest felt like the skin might tear at any moment. Frankly, I was surprised it hadn’t. I slammed the shot in hopes it would be my pain reliever.
I’d never cried in a bar before, and was firm that tonight wouldn’t break that trend. I didn’t know what was going on with my body, so I decided I would deal with all of that later when I had a mirror and, I dunno, a sedative or something. My nerves were on the brink of a total breakdown.
My necklace. I have to find it and get out of here.
I renewed my focus, determined that I wasn’t leaving until I had the locket around my neck once more. I was great at finding things. I was always the kid who had the most Easter eggs in my basket. I’d never lost my car keys. Not once. I was a human GPS who could find true North blindfolded. I followed my gut, and it led me to whatever I needed to find. It was how I landed so many flawless shots. My gut told my pool stick where to aim, and I never had a problem. I inhaled the stench of beer that stank like it had been soaked into the walls, warning my gut that it was go time. Judah came in a few minutes later, shaken but ready to be helpful in my quest to find my locket and get the crap out of there.
Three hours later, the bar was closing and we were being pushed out on to the street with a promise that the owner would call if they found anything.
Judah didn’t say a word, but kept his arm around me as we walked, my eyes on my shoes and my hands blackened from running them over every inch of that disgusting, sticky floor. I had one family heirloom. One. My Aunt Lane salvaged one thing off my mother’s body before it had been cremated. The locket was gone now, and though I had no memory of my mother, the fragile connection I had to my roots was gone with it.
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Strange Body and Old Dudes
The park was my favorite place to hide when life grew too confusing to navigate without a roadmap. The one just off-campus was geared toward kids, and showcased copious amounts of playground equipment. There was a runner’s track stretching the perimeter, but the trees were my favorite part. They were a little piece of nature, smack in the middle of civilization. Tall and varied in color and trunk thickness, they gave a home to many a critter who saw me coming a mile away. It was a peaceful place, and even after the week I’d had, I could still feel nature calming me in that way only the best parts of life could.
It wasn’t just the hippopotamus of pressure from exams that pressed down on my chest, it was a whole new chest that troubled me. I glanced down and tugged my light zip-up sweater tighter over my breasts. In the span of a week, I still hadn’t gotten used to my face without the shroud of acne, my hump being gone and my eyes pointing in the same direction. Strangest of all were my breasts, which had burst from a solid A-cup, to actual double D’s that I couldn’t stuff gracefully into my normal clothes. They had kept growing in the days after we left the bar, but thankfully, seemed to have tapered off. I was surprised I didn’t have stretchmarks, and that my bruising seemed to be mostly faded. Every morning since then, Judah had a freaked out look on his face when he woke up next to me, just as perplexed as I was that my entire body mutated so dramatically. I was too embarrassed about it all to call Lane and tell her all that had happened quite literally out of nowhere. So I hid in my hoodie, which wasn’t quite the invisibility cloak I was wishing for.
My hand moved to my throat, seeking out the locket that was still missing. It was the thing that anchored me when life grew too confusing. Now when I truly needed it because I barely recognized my strange body in the mirror, it was nowhere to be found. Yesterday, my Chem professor had actually stopped me, saying that they weren’t letting in new students to audit the class. He hadn’t recognized me, though I’d never missed a lesson.
I ignored the bench and sat under my favorite knotted tree, setting down my book and opening up the loaf of bread. I didn’t have to snap my fingers at the squirrels. I didn’t have to be super still for the birds to land on the toes of my black indoor soccer shoes. They knew to come. No sooner had I dug the bag of birdseed from my pocket did twenty birds land near or on me, hopping with their tiny two-toed feet and vying for attention with their dainty chirps and chipper greetings. They were telling on the squirrels that evening, where they usually just sang me pretty songs and told me about their favorite places to build nests.
I felt eyes on me, but I shook off the paranoia. I kept my hoodie cinched tight around my face now, weirded out when people looked at me. The pointing had been replaced by appraising glances. I wondered if this was what normal felt like, and wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
Calm it down, guys. I brought enough food for everyone. Tell me everything I missed.
I worked up a smile for them as the squirrels started arguing with the birds over who had stolen whose twigs.
No, I’m not crazy. I know it’s not normal to hear animals speaking to you, but from the time I could make out Lane’s voice, I could also understand the entirety of the animal kingdom. They have no one to listen, so I let them unload. The squirrels made themselves at home tearing apart the slices of bread into squishable handfuls. I always bought the kind of bread with nuts in it, since that’s what my squirrels preferred. Judah had thought it was crazy when we’d been younger, but he was used to me by now.
The birds were super talkative, and the squirrels were downright rascally. Two of them started fighting over half a piece of bread, yelling at each other until I tsked their bad behavior and picked up my loaf. I peeled off my sweatshirt and hugged the bread to my purple Princess Bride t-shirt, which featured André René Roussimoff in his prime. Cool it, guys. I mean it. If you two start fighting over food again, I’ll take this bread and eat the whole loaf myself right in front of you.
No! No, we’ll be good,
one of the squirrels named Randy promised.
The two backed down, Tubby’s fat belly dragging on the grass while Randy fluffed his black tail to keep from lunging at the big guy on the yard who always tried to steal his nuts. There’s enough for everybody, so chill.
I reached for Penelope, who was never shy about climbing into my lap. She skittered over my shoulders and flicked my cheek with her gray tail, and then cozied up on my neck like a scarf to keep me warm, though it was decently toasty spring weather out. She chittered in my ear, begging for some good girltalk. Tell me about Jake again.
The hottest guy on campus didn’t even know I was alive, though we’d had three classes together. Jake was pre-med, wore skinny jeans and listened to my favorite band, Lost and Forgotten. I liked to add little embellishments when I told them about human life, so Jake was transformed into a pirate with a curved sword and a devil-may-care grin he whipped out just for fair maidens like myself. Sure, Jake wasn’t a pirate in real life, but that didn’t matter. In my imagination, he had a bandana and an eyepatch and said things like I’ll have a shot of rum in that
(that last part I’d actually heard him say at a party once, so the pirate adventure wasn’t too far off the mark).
Will you ever get to go off on the pirate’s ship and find buried treasure?
Penelope was always asking if I had any new stories about her favorite pirate.
Sorry, sweetie. A life of adventure isn’t for me. Besides, if Jake knew I was alive and invited me onto his pirate ship, I wouldn’t be able to hang with all of you, would I?
I tried to keep my voice chipper, but my animals always saw right through me.
Penelope tried not to scrape me with her tiny claws as she hugged my neck. My favorite girl squirrel was always good at squeezing a smile out of me.
It’s fine. Wasn’t meant to be. I’ve got too much schoolwork to do anyways. I don’t have time for pirates. I’m learning how to take better care of all of you. That’s way more important than being the princess.
I tried to declare my future with gusto, but I couldn’t lie.
My squirrels gathered closer around me, as the birds started singing the bedtime song Lane used to sing to me when I was little (and a few times I’d been homesick in college. Don’t judge). My furry friends so wanted to soothe my heartache. It was the Beach Boys Wouldn’t it Be Nice
, and they nailed every bar, as usual. My hand went to my collar to finger the locket that wasn’t there. I felt naked without my necklace, and dreaded telling Lane I’d lost my favorite thing she’d ever given me.
The squirrels kept coming until the usual forty-three were gathered around me, intermingling with the two dozen birds and the skunk. My skunk always skulked in the background, like the exchange student who didn’t know how to ask if he could sit next to you on the bus. Come on, Wilbur,
I offered, waving him forward. I’d never been sprayed before, and I was pretty certain Wilbur just wanted a friend. In that respect, we were the same animal. He was like a shy kitten who just wanted to be loved on, so after spreading out enough bread and seeds for everyone to have a snack, I kept one hand on Wilbur while I opened my textbook.
The familiar anxiety swelled up in me at reading aloud, but I knew my babies wouldn’t judge me if I got a word or two (or three hundred) wrong. I came here a few times a week to practice before work, and they hadn’t kicked me out yet. Wilbur snuggled into my shirt, nuzzling André Roussimoff’s smiling face that stretched perhaps too tight now across my chest. I scratched Wilbur under his chin, smiling when he purred at the attention I paid him. I love you, Rosie.
I love you, baby doll.
I knew how much he hated that people shouted when they saw him. He loved me because I didn’t see a freak of nature when I looked at him. The animals treated me like I was their prom queen, and not the dyslexic ugly girl who didn’t belong at the cool kids’ table. It’s a powerful thing to be so thoroughly loved for being who you are. Now that my body didn’t look like mine anymore, I clung to the familiar feel of their love all the more to steady myself.
I stared the letters of the book down, daring them to make me cry. It was too much to hope that straightening my lazy eye might erase my dyslexia. I tried not to wish for things that would never happen, but every now and then, being at the bottom of the curve started to get to me. Forget overnight boobs; I’d trade my new big girl bra for the ability to read any day. ‘The smell?’ No, that’s not right. ‘The sm…sm…smallest atom in the d…d…d…’.
I felt someone’s eyes on me, but I brushed off the paranoia and went back to my homework. ‘The smallest atom in the d…d…d....’
I stopped when I heard a set of footsteps running in my direction. I wasn’t perched near the running track, so I wasn’t quite sure what was going on. I tried to shoo my friends away, but they remained with me, taking on a protective stance. The birds formed a line to my right where the footsteps were coming from. Their heads dipped, readying to take flight in the direction of the newcomer, instead of flying away from the intruder. My squirrels started running laps around me, as if they thought they could form a static fence that would keep the trespasser away from their story time. I clicked my tongue to tell them to calm down; they usually didn’t get so worked up with strangers.
Rosie? That’s gotta be you behind that tree. Only you’d be surrounded by a million little critters.
Hey, Judah.
I relaxed at the sound of his voice. Have you come to escape the super cool people at the super cool complex?
Judah groaned. It’s like just because some of us are finished with finals, they assume no one wants to read ever. The apartment below us I swear has some sort of major wrestling event going on.
Whatcha reading?
The library had a huge used book sale, so I cleaned up. Can you believe I got all these books for twenty bucks?
Judah excitedly opened up a book from the top of his stack, rifling through the pages till he found the right one. Judah was a master at books. He educated me on most of the things my teachers threw up their hands trying to teach me. See this font? They don’t make it like this anymore. I mean, it’s called the same thing, but the top loops are completely different looking.
He yanked his phone out of his pocket and typed in the modern version of the font he was looking for. See the difference?
I nodded, though we both knew I was bluffing. Judah was my best friend, and had been my tutor since the fourth grade when my nickname had gone from Rosie Posey
to That Stupid Girl
when it got around that I couldn’t read yet. Very cool,
I said, convincing neither of us that I understood what he was talking about.
Judah picked up my pointer finger and traced a letter in the book with the tip of my nail, taking his time and going down each curly slope. Okay, that’s the old one.
Then he froze the touchscreen option on his phone and traced the same letter (probably) with my finger so I could feel the difference instead of trying to see it. He got me, and what’s more, he didn’t mind spelling things out to help me. And respelling them. And respelling them. This is the new one. The tail on the end is curvier. Totally different, but it’s still called the same thing. Eleven years, Ro. That’s all it took for them to evolve this font into something almost unrecognizable. Isn’t that crazy?
Totally shitbat.
I always got a kick out of the weird things that excited Judah. Most people didn’t get his quirks, but I did. He had one minor flaw, though: tunnel vision. Dude, tell me you left enough money for dinner. It’s your night to cook.
He winced and then slowly looked over at me. His sheepish half-smile made his wider nose crinkle only on one side. How do you feel about soy dogs and macaroni?
"Again. How do I feel about soy dogs and boxed macaroni again," I complained.
Come on. What’s going to feed you better – books or a measly meal that we eat, and then it’s gone? Books are forever, baby.
We were leaning on the same stretch of bark, our heads sharing the tree as our own upright pillow.
I narrowed my eyes. Hm. When your stomach is growling tonight, I’ll just tell you to put some ketchup on page eighty-nine. Sound good?
I’m going to Jason’s tonight for D&D, so you’re on your own. Speaking of which, I’m still not abandoning my theory that your locket was magic, and losing it made your body morph into this new one. I’m thinking there was a spell put on it that gave you your hump and whatnot.
He waggled his fingers at me, his eyebrows dancing at being able to work his story games into conversation organically. He pushed his glasses up his nose with a grin.
Judah’s imagination usually ran somewhere between The Shire and Mordor. That’s a pretty solid theory. Is that backed by the Medical School of Vampire-Elf-Tinkerbell?
It is, actually. Doctor Peter Pan himself endorsed my conjecture.
I raised my eyebrow at him. Wait, you’re gaming tonight? Aren’t you going out with Jill? It’s your anniversary. Five years, dude.
Judah grimaced. Oh, man! You’re right. I totally blanked. Do you think I can pass off any of these books as an anniversary gift?
Um, being that she’s hoping for an engagement ring, I’m guessing a used book on graphic design would be a giant step down.
Judah paled. She’s not expecting a ring. Why would she think we’re ready for something like that?
I dunno. Five years together is a long time. Plus, her roommate just got engaged.
Yeah, but Tonya’s a senior. We’re juniors. We’ve got years of time before conversations like that have to come up. Why can’t we just leave well enough alone?
I smiled and clasped my hands together under my chin, gazing up at the white, puffy clouds. One day, I hope to have my very own boyfriend who dodges the ‘where is this going’ speech at every turn. Totally dreamy.
I balked when Judah opened his book again, and flipped through a few pages. Are you seriously going back to reading when you’ve got nothing planned for your anniversary tonight?
I seriously am. Jill has no reason to think I’m proposing tonight.
Sure, but she might be hoping for flowers or something that says you appreciate that she’s stuck around for five whole years.
Judah shrugged, avoiding my penetrating stare by burying his nose in his book. Quit with the nagging. Be my hot mama and just enjoy the afternoon with me.
He always used ridiculous terms of endearment when I was pissed at him, or when he wanted to make me laugh. We liked to pretend we were the shiz. Our own VIP party for two suited us well, though it made the rest of the world raise their eyebrows at us.
Okay, pimp daddy. I’m just trying to make sure Jill doesn’t murder you. It’s not a bad thing that a woman wants to spend her life with you. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to either make a commitment or set her free.
Judah put his book on his knee and turned so I could look into his dark brown eyes, which were framed with the thick black plastic rims of his glasses. Rosie, for better or worse, till death do us part, you’re my best friend. That’s about as committed as I’ll ever get.
I smiled at him. Aw. That was sweet. Thanks, Player.
Anytime, Boo.
I turned my attention back to my studying. Jill’s still going to murder you dead if you show up with a used book instead of something relationshippy. Fair warning. I like my BFF in one piece.
Which piece would you like? I can have Jill send it to you, because I don’t have enough for something nice for her.
A twig snapped a ways behind me, alerting us that we were not alone. Judah stood so we didn’t look so couply, and I watched his expression twist into confusion. Can I help you, man?
The footsteps quickened into a swift march. They were heavy and determined as they neared us. When the mid-seventies-aged man filled my vision, I decided he was definitely not a runner who’d skipped off the trail. The black cloak that hung off him looked Red Riding Hood-ish (except, you know, it was black). The stranger stood tall over me, even though he was stooped with age. His face was scarred on one side, like he’d suffered through a painful acid burn. It left the cheek pock-marked and lined with what looked like permanent claw indentations.
Wilbur left my lap when I stood, and I knew he was waiting for me to move away from the stranger before spraying him, which I appreciated. Sorry. We were just leaving. You can have the tree.
The good tree. The one that curved perfectly to my body and had a root system that felt like a cozy chair and fit my hips like a hug. I stood, scooping up my book and dumping the rest of the bread and seeds out of the bags for my buddies to eat.
Are you the daughter?
he said with too much intensity, his blue eyes boring into my matching ones. His breath stank like rotting kitty litter. When he reached out to clutch my shoulder, his gnarled fingers bent around my bone like steel that didn’t fit with his old man physique. Are you her?
he demanded.
Whoa! Hands off, buddy.
Judah gripped the much bigger man’s arm, and was rewarded with a hard shove that actually made him stumble back, trip and fall on his backside.
Pure anger rose in me whenever anyone was nasty to Judah. Hands off!
I warned. When old dude didn’t comply, I wriggled and shoved him as hard as I could.
Old dude’s scarred face barely registered any offense. He didn’t budge, his fingers still digging into my shoulder. Oh, the reward I’ll get for coming back with you!
I tried to shake him off as the squirrels ran around me to create a living, breathing barrier, making sure that though his hand could get at me, the rest of him couldn’t. His skin was covered in yet more squirrels, who attacked and bit into his flesh with vigor, defending me with everything in their arsenals. Back off, dude! I don’t know who you’re looking for, but I’m not her. Get lost and leave us alone.
The animals! I know you’re the Lost Daughter of Avalon.
His tone was accusatory, as if he was announcing some big scandal. Finally! You’re coming with me.
Okay, now I’m pissed. You’re hurting me!
I tried to struggle free, but surprise and the beginnings of fear started flooding into my pores. I didn’t want to hurt the old man, but I also didn’t like strangers putting their hands on me. I reached out and popped him in the chest with the flat of my hand, torn between guilt at shoving an old dude, and confusion that my shove had little effect. When that did nothing, I took a swing and socked him across the jaw. In the next second, I was immediately horrified that I’d struck a senior citizen. I’m sorry!
Judah scrambled to his feet and lobbed a punch at the guy, missing the mark and letting panic fuel his punch more than calculated rage. The man jabbed Judah in the stomach, and I watched with dread as my best friend doubled over in pain he’d not been seasoned to shake off.
I wasn’t quite so delicate. Judah was more the book type than the muscular type. I was more the bar brawl type when someone crossed Judah and put their hands on me. Despite the fact that he was an old man, my conscience muted and I saw red. My fist launched from my body and knocked the old dude across the face once more, but again, the power I packed behind my punch did nothing but irritate him. I was temporarily stunned. I’d decked a few guys in my time, and none of them had behaved like they were being annoyed by a fly. This old dude was no joke. I was beginning to see that Judah was a liability, and that I wasn’t a huge asset either.
3
Angel of Vengeance in Flannel
H elp!
I screamed, alerting no one. I told the squirrels to move, and then kicked out at his stomach, but he was determined I should stay where I was in his clutches. I kicked at his knee with my best soccer goal thrust, feeling horrible that I was attacking an elderly man who was clearly off his meds, and most likely ate spinach every day to maintain his Popeye-like strength. The kick finally allowed me to break free, so I bent down and picked up my heavy textbook. I didn’t hesitate for my conscience to slow my swing as I bashed an entire year’s worth of theorems against the old dude’s temple.
I’d always wondered what Popeye would look like as an old man. Trade in the black cloak for the sailor outfit, and this salty jag was a dead ringer for a seventy-year-old Popeye.
My squirrels took my attack as a green light to unleash on him once more. They skittered up his body, scratching at what was unmarked on his face and swiping at his eyeballs. He howled, batting at them as he stumbled about like a drunken, well, sailor. I wanted to stay and fight with my animals who were coming to my aid, but Wilbur gave me the ominous head tilt that told me it would be tails-up in a hot minute. I hoisted Judah up, turned and ran with him toward the street, seeing two guys charging for us to come to our aid.
Well, whataya know. There still are decent people who come when they hear a cry for help.
Bastien, go after him!
The guy running towards me wore a plain brown polo, nice jeans and looked to be an African-American dude in his early thirties. It’s alright! We’ve got you!
he called to me, meeting me in a hug I didn’t have the wherewithal to question. He was half a foot taller than me and built like he was made for answering cries of distress. His friend, Bastien, I’m guessing, who charged the old dude, was built like a tank wrapped in red flannel, and whipped past me in a blur. I remained in the stranger with the brown shirt’s arms while Judah keeled over and held his stomach, moaning. It was the longest hug I’d had from a guy who wasn’t Judah since I’d happened past a Green Peace meeting on campus that dismissed as I was walking by. Those pacifists were quite the affectionate type. I’m Reyn, and you don’t have to worry about Armand anymore. Bastien will handle him.
I ducked out of the hug sheepishly, hating that I looked like a teen who threw up drama over nothing. I don’t know what he wants! He just came up to me and told me I needed to go with him. He…
I felt embarrassed to be tattling on an attack from a senior citizen. He’s stronger than he looks. He grabbed me and I couldn’t get away. He punched Judah!
Reyn patted Judah on the back and led us toward the street, his arm around my shoulders to keep me tucked into his side. I know he’s strong. I’m surprised you managed to get away at all. Don’t worry. Bastien will take care of him.
You know that guy? Armand is his name?
Reyn nodded, his black hair frozen in its short and naturally spindly style that stood no more than an inch off his scalp, and was buzzed short around the sides. Unfortunately. I should’ve guessed he’d be tailing us instead of doing his own search for you. It’s lazy, is what that is.
I balked at Reyn, the shock still rolling through me. "He’s after you? Then what the flip was he doing harassing me? I heard grunts of a fight near my favorite tree and turned to look, but Reyn corralled me toward the street, squaring my shoulders to face ahead so I didn’t see who was winning. His other arm patted Judah’s back in a
hang in there, champ" kind of way.
Judah groaned, rubbing his stomach. I’ve never been punched before. This is probably some sort of rite of passage or something, but all I feel is pain.
Reyn led us faster away from the brawl that was growing louder and more violent, if the grunts and howls were any indication. We have to get you out of here. If Armand tracked us down, there’s no telling who else might be on their way here.
I shook my head at myself. This isn’t right. I can’t let your friend take him on by himself.
Reyn managed a weak smile that didn’t touch his green eyes. Against his dark skin, the green shown brightly, making him look that much more expressive. Bastien can handle himself just fine.
I ducked out of Reyn’s half-embrace and ran toward the mayhem. It wasn’t in me to leave someone to fight my battles. I wouldn’t have a stranger get hurt because he was being a Good Samaritan.
My animals were yelling at me to run, but they knew as well as I did how stubborn I could be when I was keyed up. I grabbed a fallen two-foot long thick branch off the grass and gripped the hilt like a pro baseball star. After eight years of softball, I had my fair share of experience.
Bastien was huge – an action hero if I ever saw one. He dwarfed my five feet six inches by almost a foot. He wore a red flannel shirt with his jeans, the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms to reveal a wrist tattoo of a hammer and a lion. He also bore a matching neck tattoo that had some scripty kind of lettering across the left side.
Armand was no match for him, but the strange thing was that Armand didn’t raise a hand to Bastien. He simply stood there with his arms raised, unsure if he should strike.
My heart seemed to slow and my veins felt frozen when I saw Bastien pull something that looked like an eight-inch thick stick from his back pocket. He clicked a switch on the side and popped out a jagged blade that looked more pirate than hunter. He didn’t hesitate at my scream, but plunged the steel into Armand’s stomach. The steel tore upward, like Bastien was puncturing a pillow in hopes of spilling the feathers all over.
Only it wasn’t feathers that trickled out. Thick red ribbons trilled down Armand’s torn shirt and pants, painting him in gore. I wanted to look away from the macabre scene, but my whole body seemed to be frozen to the spot.
My scream was on repeat; I was in such a state of shock that I didn’t even hear myself at my top volume. I kept going back to my favorite movie, The Princess Bride, hoping my sweet Wesley would never have been so brutal. Reyn trotted over to help, and lowered Armand down, laying him facing the sparse clouds above. Then he covered Armand’s face with his cloak almost reverently.
Bastien turned to me, blade at his side like an angel of vengeance, wrapped in flannel. My animals scattered to watch the scene unfold from their various perches, but when Bastien closed the distance between us and cupped his hand over my mouth to stop my scream short, the birds started up their angry rants. They chirped with the foulest language at the scandal of a stranger putting his hands on me. Bastien smelled like masculine sweat, cinnamon and Christmas trees, his caramel eyes boring into my blue ones to make sure I could focus enough to hear him. Shh. We have to get you out of here. If Armand found you, there’s no telling who else might be coming.
Bastien had rounded cheekbones and a wide, stern jawline that was peppered with what looked to be three days of forgetting to shave.
Penelope threw a nut at Bastien, chittering at him to keep his hands off me. Girlfriend always had my back.
You need more proof? It’s her,
Reyn said, moving away from the old, dead Popeye, who would never again eat another can of spinach.
4
Rolling and Booking
I don’t know that guy,
I admitted, goosebumps erupting on my skin too swiftly for me to suppress a shudder. He just grabbed me out of nowhere.
I stopped before emotion became apparent in my voice. I’d never seen someone murdered right in front of my eyes before. It was scarier than it looked when I’d seen the occasional stabbing on TV shows or in movies. This was sadder, and infinitely more finite. Are… Are you okay? Bastien, is it?
Bastien nodded. You alright? Armand didn’t hurt you before we found you, did he?
I shook my head, horrified at how the evening had unfolded. I touched Bastien’s arm, but retracted when he flinched. His eyes widened and he moved a foot to the left while we walked, as if my mere touch unnerved him. I’m sorry. I just… Are you hurt? How can I help? He was so strong. Did he get in any punches?
The corner of Bastien’s mouth twitched upward, clearly not used to being fawned over. Not a single swing.
Seriously, thank you for intervening. You were incredible.
Bastien met my gaze of gratitude and bobbed his head once, tilting his chin downward, as if uncomfortable accepting praise. Don’t mention it. You looked like you were handling him alright before I got involved. All you were missing was a decent weapon.
I straightened with pride that he’d assessed my prowess as more than capable. Well, lucky me that you showed up with your butter knife.
Bastien chuckled, and then stopped the sound abruptly, his eyebrows furrowed. It was as if he wasn’t comfortable laughing, but somehow I’d coerced it out of him. He frowned to remind himself of his personality, and introduce me to how his face no doubt normally looked. He cleared his throat. Good that you’re safe.
Here, let us give you a lift,
Reyn offered, his large hand flat on the back of my shoulders.
Under any other circumstances, I would never have accepted a ride from two strangers, but all I could think about was getting some distance from the dead body. I nodded, and Reyn walked beside me, leading me toward a blue Prius. There was a fifty-something man