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In Pieces #84 (20.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
They sat out on the patio and talked for a while, giving Ben and Cassie a chance to get to know one another. Ryan was very happy that his two favorite people in the world could finally meet. Afterward, they carried in their luggage and took it to the room they’d once shared. Cassie had made a few changes in the room in the short time Ryan had been gone, but they were good ones. She’d taken out the two single beds and replaced them with a full-sized bed with matching furniture. Ryan was just as surprised as Ben.
“This looks great,” he kept saying, and Cassie beamed.
“I was hoping you would like it,” she said with a knowing glance between the two
Well that stung. Not even the tiny fae recognized my magic anymore. I’d muddied the waters of my soul too deep. Not-unicorn. I swallowed hard and looked away from the small fluttering wings that chimed like bells in the breeze they created.
“Have you been following us?” I asked.
“Yes.” The tiny Being didn’t even try to deny it. Fae were capricious, tricky, but they did not lie. Not outright.
“Why not?” So it would not lie but not tell the truth then either.
“Are you alone?”
“You are with me.”
He’d heard more bells than just one
Unison Island Christmas Special by Carol Pedroso
Lizzie groaned at the hand shaking her shoulder. It couldn’t be time to get up yet. She hadn’t long gone to sleep.
“Lizzie, Lizzie, wake up. Come, on, you gotta get up and see this.”
Lizzie slapped the hands away. “Go away, Theo, I’m sleeping.”
“But, Lizzie. Santa’s here. I saw him. He’s downstairs with Da.”
Lizzie slapped Theo’s hands away again. “We talked about this. There s no such person as Santa. Your ten years old now. You’re old enough to know when your parents are using something to blackmail you. Be good or Santa won’t bring you gifts for Christmas! That’s dumb.”
The Sycamore Psychopomp – Part 2 by J Ray Lam
Adrift: Chapter 71 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Arad sat on the hard floor petting Roku’s head, praying for no more nightmares beyond the one they were living in. A prickling numbness grew in his left leg, but he ignored it to keep from disturbing his unconscious partner. The shallow yet steady rise and fall of Roku’s chest was the only thing holding Arad’s growing anxiety at bay as he felt around for injuries. A small, curious circle of scorched fur similar to one’s lining the shock collar marred Roku’s back, the only new evidence he could find. At least an hour passed before the tiger stirred.