Mist, Murder & Magic by Dionnara Dawson

Author:Dionnara Dawson [Dawson, Dionnara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Five

Tessa

It was past her bedtime, but Tessa Mea stayed up in bed to read a really great book. Her lamp burned into the early hours of the morning, and she was ever-afraid that Hunter or Lola would pop their head in to check on her and catch her.

But it didn’t stop her. Hours passed by, and she couldn’t have guessed how many pages she had read if her life depended on it, they just flitted between her fingers. She had to read what happened next. Hours ago, before midnight, she had reasoned, one more chapter, just one more. But that nonsense was long gone. She was almost finished the book—how could she stop now?

Tessa was fortunate enough to have her own room in Faerie House. If she had siblings closer to her age, she would have to share with them, but Hunter and Lola had a room together, so that suited Tessa just fine. It wasn’t a large space, but she comfortably fit her single bed with the purple bedcovers and her nightstand. Opposite her bed was a small white dressing table, then to her left was the closet that held her clothes. To the right of her bed was a larger space that held two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with books and a fold-out couch that she usually fell asleep reading on.

When Hunter had first found her at the Cambion Den and brought her home, Tessa would often wake in the middle of the night to find her protective big sister asleep on the couch, watching over her. She’d refused to give Tessa any space or privacy for days until Lola told her she was being annoyingly clingy and got her to move in with her in the very next room. Tessa was grateful for her sister’s protective feelings, but almost more grateful to Lola for making her stop hovering. It had been getting to be smothering.

Now, she could read through the night without worrying about waking her sister. She only had a few pages left. She glanced out her window to see the sun had come up. She was tired, but excited by the world she’d slipped into for the night. The little faerie finished the book with a grin and set it back on her shelf, eager to immediately begin the next one. But no, she had to stop now. For one thing, she was starving.

The little faerie padded downstairs, stretching in her pyjamas. Lola was sitting at the kitchen table for their wing of the chambers (there were several kitchens and bathrooms—you didn’t want hundreds of faeries using them at the same time every day). Her hair was spiked through with a crystal-encrusted chopstick, and she was wearing a shiny white and black-laced singlet and shorts pyjama set under her matching gown that split up her legs. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other.

Tessa grinned. ‘It’s good, right?’

Lola blinked at Tessa’s emergence, apparently totally lost in the book. Her oatmeal sat in front of her, untouched.

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