Misfit Princess by Nadia Jacques

Author:Nadia Jacques [Nadia Jacques]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B073FJ35PH
Goodreads: 35529731
Published: 2017-06-27T03:00:00+00:00

Despite her best efforts to pace herself, she found it a little too easy to drink the liquor. It burned in her throat like her thoughts burned in her head, and there was no more gossip to be had. When her eyelids started to sag, she shut them, and the room spun around her. Taking that as her cue, she settled her bill and escaped the bar.

Once outside, she stumbled along the row of sleek single-person toilet rooms until she found one that was empty, vomited into the toilet bowl, and put her head against the smooth metal seat. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine it was ceramic, and that she was home. It made her stomach feel a little better.

She was not expecting a hand to land gently on her shoulder.

“I suppose this means the talk Petra wanted to have with you didn't go as well as she'd hoped.”

Grace startled and looked up. “Derrick?” She squinted. He blurred a little. “How are you even here?”

“What, as if I'm not one of the best woodworkers in Coura?” He smiled easily and handed her a damp handkerchief.

She scrubbed it over her face and gave him a look. He came into focus.

“Seriously, I was thinking about coming even before I heard about your plan. If you can even call it that.” He filled a cup with water at the sink and handed it to her. “Did you really come here to break Petra and Dylan up?”

“What?” Grace took a sip and spat out the water. The slightly metallic taste of Arrosan tap water beat the taste of vomit, but she still felt like she’d managed to gargle with copper.

“They say you bristled like a mama hedgehog the whole way here. You never go on diplomatic errands unless they con you into it somehow, so I figured that was it, and I'm not the only one.”

“You're an idiot.” Grace finished the water and grimaced. “So's everyone else saying that. Petra can do whatever fool thing pleases her. I can't talk about it here, but it's to do with Jack and Nell.”

“So let’s go to your room and talk about it.” Derrick wedged a shoulder under Grace’s arm and levered her up to her feet.

Grace had a fleeting, longing thought of more liquor. An image of Dylan had seared itself into her brain, and it blended sickeningly into the image of Jack and Nell’s ruined cottage. She wanted to drink until she forgot it all.

Derrick refilled the cup that he’d taken from Grace’s hand and pushed it into her hand. “Don’t even think about it,” he said. “You’ve had enough.”

Grace downed the water in a single gulp and put the cup down on the sink. She closed her eyes briefly, considering arguing. The world started to spin again. He might have a point. “All right.”

Derrick led her outside. The winter air was already shockingly cold, and the stars glittered malevolently in a clear night sky. A breeze cut through her tunic, and she shivered.

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