Page 49 of Candy & Her Saints


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He tilted his head, and his hair fell over his eye. “I’m Link.”

That sounded like an elf’s name.

Determined, I held out my hand. “I’m Candy.”

Our fingers entwined.

I pulled the boy to his feet and then toward the house.

His eyes widened with alarm.

“Where…?” He looked uneasy.

“The house,” I said. “Inside.”

Gia would be the dumbass.

I’d found the magic that I’d been searching for.

And that was how Lincoln and his pack, who’d in fact trespassed on our land without knowing, were taken into our pack.

They’d been on the run, lost, and hungry.

It was years before I realized that Lincoln wasn’t an elf and started calling him my gargoyle, after he protected me at school.

I never stopped thinking that he brought magic into my life.

Lincoln looks at me as his savior — his fated — for the way that I found him.

What if my finding him that day, however, condemned him?

The snake pit wasn’t a sanctuary for his pack.

Yet I can’t regret it.

Now, we’ve spent the weekend rediscovering our love.

It’s been the best thing in the world to have Lincoln back in my life.

The best thing to see Vito’s amazed and then overjoyed expression, when Lincoln strolled into the shop.

The best thing to wildly party for two nights in a row in celebration.

Once the bakery was closed up, Vito made his famous pineapple pizza and beer combo. We cranked the music up high, sang, and danced.

Well, the dancing and singing was mainly Vito.

Vito could create a one man mosh pit.

Except, it’s also the worst weekend because all the time, I knew that it was the last one that Lincoln and I would have together like this.

Our last real freedom.

Once it was over, we’d become freedom fighters for real.

Resistance fighters.

Out pasts truly were coming to an end, and we didn’t have a fucking clue whether we’d survive the new future.

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