Chapters (48)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Erin Jade Lange
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
Reg didn’t look up from his book. “Your mortal life or your immortal life?”
I reached up and snatched the paperback out of his hands. “It was embarrassing enough for all the lives.”
“Do tell.”
I proceeded to recount the costume-shop encounter in detail.
“And after I said I had a date, he said he had a date, so he will definitely be there, which means now I actually have to find a date, or he’ll know I lied!”
Reg’s face was folded into a mask of concentration. “So let me make sure I get this straight. Sydney and Sophia think fairies are immortal? That’s utterly ridiculous. Fairies have the life span of a—”
“Reg, pay attention!”
“Look, Charlie, if you want a date to this hoopla, I’m sure you can take your pick of any boy at school. But if you don’t want to go with anyone else, don’t. I see no need to scramble to find a date.”
He picked up his book and flipped through the pages to find where he’d left off.
“And if Dex sees I’m alone?”
“Say you got stood up.”
I huffed. “I do not get stood up.”
“It’s an imaginary date.”
“I don’t get stood up on any kind of date!”
Reg laughed and gave up trying to find his spot, tossing his book to the side in favor of his phone. He bent his head over the screen, texting as he talked. “Has it occurred to you that he doesn’t have a date either?”
I perked up at that idea. “No. Do you think so?”
Reg shrugged, eyes still on his screen.
“Why would he lie?” I asked. “That’s ridiculous.”
“I concur.” Reg shot me a pointed sideways glance before returning to his phone. He was grinning to himself as his thumbs flew over the screen.
“Really embracing technology now, aren’t you?”
“It’s Poe’s preferred method of communication.”
“Communication or flirtation?”
“One and the same.”
“Just don’t send any dirty pics.”
Reg looked up finally. “Dirty pics?”
I pointed below the waistline, and Reg tutted.
“Oh, Charlie. How crass.”
But when he went back to texting, his private smile returned, and this time it looked a little mischievous.
I leaned back on my elbows, face tipped up to the sky. My own chance at mischief seemed to have disappeared, and with it, my primary distraction. The flirtation with Dex was one of the things that had kept me busy as summer faded to fall, but I swore I would be immortal again before this scenery change to winter white. If not, I might just lie down right there on the hill until the snow buried me for good.