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Willow finishes her drink with an obscenely loud slurp. “You can admit you don’t despise me. It’s allowed.”
Pollux juts a thumb over his broad shoulder, toward me and his home. “I do not despise her.”
My mouth hangs open, and I…I feel honored. I do not know why.
Willow’s lips curl. “If you’re referring to whoever was giggling in your house…care to introduce us sometime?”
Pollux’s hand closes into a fist, and he drops it back to his side. “Bless me with silence on this journey. Please.”
“Hey, Brit.” Willow glances my way. Possibly evil. At the very least utterly unfazed in the presence of this creature. “Play some dolivers_not_trending.”
If I weren’t covered in goosebumps and very near having a heart attack, I would probably be too embarrassed to do such a thing, especially when it goes directly against the scary guy’s request for silence. Unfortunately, I feel nauseous, and I think Ollie’s music is one of the only things that can help.
So.
I start the collection on loop.
Chapter 28
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The journey to goodbyes is paved in bread sticks.
“So…the runt wrote these for you?” Pollux glares down at my phone, which somehow ended up in his hand two minutes into Ollie’s first song. It’s for the best. All things considered, every instinct in my body is telling me to run away from him, and if he weren’t holding my phone, I probably would.
“Y-yes,” I answer as I pick my way through some truly terrifying woods. My phone service disappeared the second we entered the first trod about ten minutes ago, but you best believe I’ve got my favorite songs downloaded. Which means I always have access to both my Can’t Be Sad playlist and everything dolivers_not_trending has ever made.
Pollux grunts, one thick black brow severely arched.
Just a step or two behind us, Willow twirls a black rose with two-inch thorns she found between her fingers.
She’s so cool.
I don’t understand how she manages to look so effortlessly put together all the time.
I’m shaking like one of the ink dark leaves on the looming jet black, spindly trees around us while she looks like she’s on Project Runway, padding past the thickest brush in her three-inch platforms without a care.
I hesitate as I maneuver my way around something with extremely purple berries.
Willow picks one. “Polly.”
“Do not call me that.”
She ignores his growl and lifts the berry. “Will this kill me?”
He pulls his attention off my phone to peer over his shoulder. “Are you…going to eat that?”
“If it won’t kill me.”
“You…can’t die easily.”
Thoughts ripple through Willow’s pale gray eyes for but a moment, then she says, “Does this taste good?”
Pollux rubs his temple and returns my phone. I take it, extremely careful not to touch his hand. Honestly, I don’t know how I’m staying upright while beside him. Maybe it’s instinct. Some part of me recognizes that he’s the scariest thing in these woods. However, some other part of me also recognizes that if Willow weren’t here to provide some semblance of comfort with her neon-bright confidence, I’d be curled up crying somewhere.
Holding out his hand, Pollux ceases the procession until Willow relinquishes the berry. He throws it over his shoulder off into the woods, and the bloodcurdling sounds of gnashing teeth follow.
Willow stares in the direction of the cacophony before scrunching up her nose. “Rude.”
