Page 68 of The Spider Queen

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Glowing? No. Imposs—

I cut off that train of thought. Anything was possible at this point.

Did I stay in my bed last night?

Yes.

So I didn’t wander around town to draw on walls.

No.

I breathed a sigh of relief.It’s a gorgeous day out.I held up my hand.

Thane slid down on a silken thread, landing on my palm.

Show me.

Chapter 23

I held open my shoulder bag and gestured for Thane to get in. He didn’t move from his spot on my dresser, his reflection in the mirror looking a little…distorted. I could try and blame the trick on my new perfect vision, but I had a feeling even if I still needed glasses, I’d be seeing the same thing. Things tended to look different around Thane. His webs were no average webs. They appeared strong and shimmery—and not like a spider web covered in morning dew.

How do you expect me to see the city from inside a bag?Thane asked.

There’s not really another option.

I could sit on your shoulder.

Riiiight. I can be the girl that walks around with her pet tarantula on her shoulder. I have enough issues as it is.

First of all,Thane growled.I’m not a pet. And second of all, I’m not even close to a tarantula.

I was trying to make a point. You look similar to a tarantula. Most people wouldn’t be able to differentiate.

And that’s why most people are terrible, and why you’re you. Tarantulas are so…primitive. Mindless soldiers.

I frowned.Soldiers? What do you mean by that?

Never mind.

You and your stupid secrets! So are you getting in the bag?

No.

Then you’re not going outside with me.

I’ll sit on your shoulder underneath your hair, in the curve of your neck.

You’re a creep, you know that?

Thane mentally snorted.

I wear my hair up in a ponytail. And no offense, but the idea of having your furry legs brushing against my neck freaks the hell out of me. And I actually like your kind.

Thane laughed.

I’d consider letting you ride on my shoulder but you’re huge.

Thank you.

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