Page 91 of Pretty Little Shadow
I was going to hope for the former.
"What happened with Rae?" Liv checked.
"It's a long story."
She flashed me a look over her shoulder. "You came for advice but aren't going to tell me the story? How is that supposed to work?"
I grimaced.
Rae was going to kill me if she found out I was talking about this, but if someone didn't help me figure out what the fuck I was supposed to do, I could lose her. Which was worse than her murdering me.
Maybe I could tell the story without telling thefullstory.
"We were in the car earlier, after she showed up at the café."
I explained the thing with the website Callum had apparently killed. Liv already knew about it, probably because she was Callum’s best friend.
“So she showed up at the café because she couldn't handle being away from you anymore,” Liv said.
"Right."
"That seems like a good sign.”
I nodded. "Yeah."
"And you were sitting in the car afterward, because..."
"She doesn't do well around big groups of people, and she needed a minute to chill. Drinking my blood helps snap her out of it."
"Oh right, she's a vampire. I almost forgot. Those gnarly scars you gave yourself are really hard to notice," Liv drawled.
I grabbed a banana off the countertop and threw it at her. She dodged it, and when it bounced off the stone backsplash, she picked it up and peeled it.
"Where's Niall? You're pissier than usual."
Liv sighed. "He's painting. Inspiration struck a few days ago, and it was the first time he'swantedto paint something other than me in multiple years. I'm forcing myself to give him space, and making him eat food."
My eyebrows lifted.
If Liv was giving him space, shereallywanted him to enjoy painting. They never gave each other space.
"And Niall's on board with the space?"
She made a noncommittal noise. "When he notices my magic getting pissy, he comes out and gets mad at me for not going tofind him. But I still want him to get to experience the obsession that comes with his artist mode, you know?"
"Yeah. I get it. I'm trying to give Rae space in all kinds of fucking ways."
"Is that why you need advice?"
"No. I was getting to that, but you kept interrupting me with sarcasm and questions."
"Fine. Get to it."
"She bit me, we talked, and she basically asked me to fuck her. I turned her down, and she sort of... panicked. She drove off. Said she's packing her old apartment."
"Isn't her old apartment way out in the asshole of the Shadow District?"
"Yeah. It's about a two-hour drive."
