Sting by Cindy R. Wilson

Author:Cindy R. Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sting;Cindy R Wilson;dystopian;enemies to lovers;Entangled Teen;family rivalry;revenge;urban;gritty;treasure;friends to lovers;overcoming odds;mystery;romance;sci-fi;science fiction;young adult;retelling;The Count of Monte Cristo;Short Stories in Teen & Young Adult Literature;Sting;survival;Teen & Young Adult Dating & Intimacy eBooks;Teen & Young Adult Detective Story eBooks;Teen & Young Adult Fantasy & Supernatural Mystery eBooks;Teen & Young Adult Magical Realism Fiction;Teen & Young Adult Mysteries & Thrillers eBooks;Teen & Young Adult Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Romance eBooks;Teen & Young Adult Science Fiction & Dystopian Romance eBooks
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-12-10T04:44:13+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Inventory: High-necked dress in emerald green. Plum slippers that fit like gloves. And a note for Cass.

I wait by the car for Pike, unable to sit still in the enclosed space. He’s checking the mailbox by Cass’s house, after insisting we wait until tonight instead of going earlier. It’s probably smart. All the Enforcers are heading to the boat party, so there’s less chance of me being caught. But it’s hard to keep Cass waiting—if she even got my message.

When I spot Pike strolling down the sidewalk in his short leather jacket and a hat that makes me jealous, I hurry to meet him. “Did you get it?”

“Thanks for staying in the car,” he says drily.

I ignore his comment and grab the paper from his hands. My stomach flutters with excitement when I see loopy handwriting. “She got my note.”

Pike nods. “Looks like.”

She’s attached my small tag to a larger sheet of paper and continued the poem.

I put: In this land of monsters. And she added: Where light should be our friend.

My lips droop at the corners. What does that mean? She’s unhappy here? She didn’t look unhappy when she saw River. But I understand it’s got to be hard on her. Does she have any friends? Does she go to school?

“What’s wrong?” Pike asks.

I pass him the note.

“A poem?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of a tradition.”

“What does it mean?”

I sigh, peering back toward Cass’s house. “It means she knows I’m here. Maybe—”

“No.”

I lift my eyebrows at him. He barely looks like Pike, in the hat and with short stubble on his jaw. But I suppose I barely look like me in this outfit, either. Or with my hair swirled high into a bun at the top of my head.

“I know what you’re thinking, T.” Pike points to the car. “But we’re supposed to be going to the party. Elle will be there. We don’t have to stay long. We just have to get her to invite us somewhere—a dinner, party, something else for the next part of our plan.”

“But Cass knows I’m alive. She sent me a note!” I snatch the paper from him again. “What if she’s not happy here? I could go get her right now.”

“And then what?” Pike leans against the car and folds his arms. His eyes are dark beneath his hat. The sun has set behind the buildings, and there are fewer lights near the Burrow. Just normal streetlights and, as always, the haze of brightness that covers the inner city. “She comes to live with us?”

I touch his arm. “Is that a problem for you?”

“It might be a problem for River when he comes to see her and she’s not there.”

I angle my head. Yeah, there is that. The dangly earrings Jane suggested I wear brush my jaw, and I don’t miss the way Pike’s eyes follow them.

“I know you want to see how she is,” Pike says, voice softening. “I get it. You don’t know how happy I was to see Jane. But right now might not be the best time.

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