Where the Wild Things Bite by Molly Harper

Author:Molly Harper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books

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You’re going to need to keep a pocket knife handy. Don’t think about why, just do it.

—Where the Wild Things Bite: A Survival Guide for Camping with the Undead

If scientists ever figured out how to convert anger into energy, scorned, pissed-off women would be a renewable resource. We could power the world with our bitter, burning light.

The moment the sun rose over the trees, I hopped down from my oak cradle and set off for the horizon. I was far more prepared for the trek than I’d been the night after the plane crash. I had solid, non-blister-making shoes, a belly full of crackers, and enough anger to fuel me up steep forest embankments I was sure would eventually turn into sidewalks and streets.

Now that I didn’t have Finn tagging along, distracting and deviling me, I recalled a good portion of the survival guides I’d read. I remembered that the white powder on the outside of an aspen tree could be rubbed on my skin for a natural sunscreen, protecting my nose from the worst of my “reintroduction” to sunshine. I used the knife to sharpen my walking stick for more threatening-to-Finn’s-chest purposes. I even spotted a few wild mushrooms and little edible white-flowered plants called trout lilies. But I didn’t partake, because I wasn’t hungry enough to add misidentified poisons and/or hallucinogens to my daily routine. Also, trout lilies sounded sort of disgusting.

And in even further good news, I was making what felt like good progress now that I could see where I was going. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel the sun on my cheeks, to see my path through the woods without worrying about tripping.

I missed Finn. It was weird, but I felt so alone walking through the trees. I’d liked knowing that there was someone in the world who knew I was alive. I missed the assurance of Finn’s steps beside me. I missed his voice, his teasing.

Nope, I told myself. That way lay madness. Finn was a bad person who had played around with my brain and tricked me into a weird Stockholm/survivor syndrome seminaked relationship. The fact that he was planning to continue to do so, and most likely drop me into the hands of his employers when I was no longer useful to him, hurt the most. I’d shared things with Finn that I’d never shared with any man. Hell, it had taken me years to talk to Rachel about my messed-up family dynamic, and she was my best friend. He’d taken the trust I’d given him and thrown it back in my face. He’d taken any hope I’d had of—

Nope. Nope. Again with the nope. I had to stop thinking about Finn. I had to think of something that didn’t threaten to drive me nuts. I would think of Rachel, who I knew would be happy to see me when I finally got home. I would think of the Jai Courtney movies I had lined up on my Netflix queue, which Rachel had promised she wouldn’t watch without me.

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