The ends of Tessa’s lips curled up, but she was kind and hid her smile behind her teacup. “I would have forgiven you,” Magnus said with conviction. “You told me once that you would not forgive me if I didn’t drop by whenever I found myself in the same city as you.” Since she was one of Magnus’s dearest and oldest friends, he felt it would be nice if she looked even slightly apologetic. Tessa sat and sipped her tea, looking perfectly composed. Or a fan of talking to people, of any kind, in any place.” “I am trying not to make eye contact with anyone here,” said Raphael.
“So have you seen a guy called Mori Shu anywhere around here?” “The thought of you at twelve haunts me,” Raphael said darkly. You’ve seen me multiple times since I was twelve.” I was with you in the graveyard when Simon came back as a vampire. He understood that they were immortal, but there was no need to show off about it. Alec had seen too much death to want reminders of it. They were, after all, people who had died. “The twelve-year-old idiot.”Īlec was not keen on vampires. Of course, he was not exactly coming off as a party animal now. Downworlders might be flooding in from all over the world, but Raphael had never struck Alec as a party animal. He wondered what the second-in-command of the New York clan was doing here. Alec froze too, at the twin shock of fangs and familiarity.
The boy lifted his curly head, pushing the grumpy cat mask off his face, and froze. “Those feel like similar things sometimes.” “I just hate everyone around me and everything that is happening.” “I get shy when there are strangers too,” Alec told the kid. The weird coincidence emboldened Alec to try again. AS A NEW YORKER, I DO NOT SAY THIS LIGHTLY. The last text read VENICE SMELLS LIKE A TOILET. Alec could not help but notice that the conversation was entirely one-sided, the boy sending text after text with no response.
The boy wrote another text to a contact he had saved as RF. “No hablo ingles,” he said without missing a beat.Īlec considered going away. “This conversation is happening in English.” “No hablo italiano,” the boy mumbled without looking up. “I don’t really like parties either,” Alec said sympathetically. THEY FEATURE MY LEAST FAVORITE THING: PEOPLE, ALL INTENT ON MY LEAST FAVORITE ACTIVITY: SOCIAL INTERACTION. He saw the boy texting, PARTIES WERE INVENTED TO ANNOY ME. He came over and leaned against the wall beside the boy. As a bevy of faeries passed the boy, giggling and groping, the boy scooted away.Īlec remembered being younger, and how overwhelming large groups of people had seemed. “In one hallway, the floor gleaming parquet and the ceiling festooned with golden cherubs, there was a boy in a grumpy cat mask and biker boots, not involved in any sexual activity, legs crossed and leaning against the wall.
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