Page 97 of Feed Your Fiends

“Gant hid it the same day we came home.”

“How did you come home with us, anyway?”

“I was in Aria’s boot after Stassi’s party.”

What the actual fuck.

“He’ll be back by three. Sometimes a little later. If I were you, I’d go get some more of those answers you’re desperately wanting without him hovering over you. Didn’t you say you wanted to see Jarrett?”

“If I have the key, I still don’t need you.”

“But don’t you want to put it back where Gant hides it?” she says, pulling a sleep mask over her forehead. “Oh, that’s right. You don’t know where that is. But I do.”

Glaring, I whip around on my heel.

“Don’t let the clock strike three before you’re back, Cinderella, or you’ll have far more worries than little old me. Oh, and lock the door on your way out. Bart normally keeps it locked when he isn’t here. I assume there’s a safe in here somewhere.”

Gant

“Isn’t this lovely?” I ask Sylo.

He turns his white, blonde head toward me, the pillowcase rustling as he does so. “Why the fuck are you still here, Gant?”

Delphine had invited me to tea so we could discuss our cricket match. We’d decided to turn it into a small reunion, seeing as we needed teams. Delphine and a few of the horsemen’s parents had attended college together, and while we played, they could catch up. Everyone, Etienne aside, is in town for the break, and besides, it’s time Delphine met Bart. We’re becoming a family unit after all, and after our late tea, I decided I wanted to stay longer.

“I told you I want to heal my inner child. Cousins have sleepovers all the time.”

“As kids.”

“Inner child,” I reiterate. “Besides, you’re still underage. You are a kid.”

Sylo lurches up. “Look, Delphine’s gone. You can stop pretending. I know you want something.”

“Delphine?” I arch my brow. “You call Aunty Delphine, Delphine?”

“Mind-blowing, I know.”

“We should unpack that. Quick, toss the blankets over our heads,” I say, cutting the torch I’d brought on. The light that streams out is in the shape of a star. “Isn’t it cute? It’s like we’ve bought the stars inside with us.”

“Why?”

“I like the starry sky. I’d even go so far as to say Iloveit.”

Sylo shuts his eyes, and when he opens them again, they’re like ice. “Why do you want me to pull the covers over us?”

“It’s the only way we can tell secrets. I saw it in a movie.” I frown at his sweats. “Why didn’t you put on the pyjamas I got you.”

He eyes me. “If they’re anything like yours, I’m good.”

“I understand.” I nod. “You’re terrified, too.”

He gapes. “At what? Little toy cars?”

“Cars are my fear.” I reach into the gift bag he hadn’t opened and pull out a set of pyjamas loaded with fuzzy black spiders. “These are yours.”

He recoils, sliding up the pillows in the moonlight and away from the fuzzy monstrosity.

“What the fuck is that?”

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