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terrible taste in guys.”
We didn’t talk for a few minutes. I walked a few steps behind him and he never looked back.
“So what happened while I was gone?” I asked finally. “Did you make a move on Mara and she shot you down? Is that why you’re so pissed off these days?”
Dylan’s eyes flashed as he glanced over his shoulder at me. “You’d love to hear that, wouldn’t you? What if I said I made a move and she didn’t turn me down?”
My fists curled tight at my sides. He was trying to make me mad, I knew. Mara had already said nothing had happened and I trusted her.
“What if she ended up in my bed again, only this time, she didn’t run away?” Dylan said with a sneer. “Maybe I gave her what you couldn’t.”
I clenched my teeth, ignoring his words. “We could be friends, you know,” I said. “I have no issue with you. We’re both finfolk and we’re in this together. We should team up.”
“Get lost,” Dylan said.
“You just hate to lose, don’t you? You lost Mara and now you’re losing Sailor to Callum. Sorry the whole world doesn’t revolve around you, Waverly. It’s called free will. People can do what they want.”
Now Dylan stopped and faced me, his neck reddening and his fists clenched at his sides. “You know what my problem with you is, Canavan? You make everyone lie to me. Mara sneaked around with you, even after spending the night in my bed. She went right back to you and never said a word to me, letting me think that maybe what had happened between us meant something. And you made Sailor lie to me for years. She knew exactly what you were and who you were, and she never said a thing to me about it.” He glared at me. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you cause trouble just by being around. I can’t trust anyone because of you.”
I stepped toward him, but Dylan backed away. “Don’t,” he said, holding up his hands. “We did our job, now I’m done with you.”
He left me standing there, watching as he disappeared down the sidewalk. We were on the edge of the town, near the shops that had never reopened for summer due to the lack of tourists. The darkened windows looked out at me, like ghosts watching my movements.
A step behind me caught my attention and I spun around, my fists clenched and body rigid.
“Oh,” I said, trying to push the tension out of my body. “You.”
Elizabeth Connors stood nearby, her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised. “Don’t sound so excited.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. “Free country. I can go where I want.” Her gaze drifted over my shoulder. “What were you and Dylan arguing about?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” I snapped.
Something passed across Elizabeth’s face. Disappointment or regret, something that made her mouth turn down quickly before it was replaced by her usual sneer.
“I thought you weren’t talking to me,” I said.
Elizabeth tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I’m sure he’s thrilled you’re back. Dylan probably hoped you’d disappear in the Bermuda Triangle, so he could have Mara all to himself. Don’t you think they were pretty cozy here, all alone without you and your little sister to keep them company? To keep watch over them?” She smiled wickedly. “What kind of trouble do you think Dylan might have gotten himself into during his summer vacation if you had never come back?”
I wouldn’t let Elizabeth see what effect her words had on me. I knew her game. I had seen her play it too many times.
“Why aren’t you calling him Fish Boy?” I asked.
Elizabeth blinked quickly, her sneer wiped away. “What?”
“I’ve never heard you call Dylan by his name,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her. “You never call any of the finfolk by their names.”
Elizabeth glared at me, her hair whipping around her head in the breeze. Fallen leaves and bits of trash tumbled down the street around her as she glared at me.
“You should have stayed
We didn’t talk for a few minutes. I walked a few steps behind him and he never looked back.
“So what happened while I was gone?” I asked finally. “Did you make a move on Mara and she shot you down? Is that why you’re so pissed off these days?”
Dylan’s eyes flashed as he glanced over his shoulder at me. “You’d love to hear that, wouldn’t you? What if I said I made a move and she didn’t turn me down?”
My fists curled tight at my sides. He was trying to make me mad, I knew. Mara had already said nothing had happened and I trusted her.
“What if she ended up in my bed again, only this time, she didn’t run away?” Dylan said with a sneer. “Maybe I gave her what you couldn’t.”
I clenched my teeth, ignoring his words. “We could be friends, you know,” I said. “I have no issue with you. We’re both finfolk and we’re in this together. We should team up.”
“Get lost,” Dylan said.
“You just hate to lose, don’t you? You lost Mara and now you’re losing Sailor to Callum. Sorry the whole world doesn’t revolve around you, Waverly. It’s called free will. People can do what they want.”
Now Dylan stopped and faced me, his neck reddening and his fists clenched at his sides. “You know what my problem with you is, Canavan? You make everyone lie to me. Mara sneaked around with you, even after spending the night in my bed. She went right back to you and never said a word to me, letting me think that maybe what had happened between us meant something. And you made Sailor lie to me for years. She knew exactly what you were and who you were, and she never said a thing to me about it.” He glared at me. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you cause trouble just by being around. I can’t trust anyone because of you.”
I stepped toward him, but Dylan backed away. “Don’t,” he said, holding up his hands. “We did our job, now I’m done with you.”
He left me standing there, watching as he disappeared down the sidewalk. We were on the edge of the town, near the shops that had never reopened for summer due to the lack of tourists. The darkened windows looked out at me, like ghosts watching my movements.
A step behind me caught my attention and I spun around, my fists clenched and body rigid.
“Oh,” I said, trying to push the tension out of my body. “You.”
Elizabeth Connors stood nearby, her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised. “Don’t sound so excited.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. “Free country. I can go where I want.” Her gaze drifted over my shoulder. “What were you and Dylan arguing about?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” I snapped.
Something passed across Elizabeth’s face. Disappointment or regret, something that made her mouth turn down quickly before it was replaced by her usual sneer.
“I thought you weren’t talking to me,” I said.
Elizabeth tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I’m sure he’s thrilled you’re back. Dylan probably hoped you’d disappear in the Bermuda Triangle, so he could have Mara all to himself. Don’t you think they were pretty cozy here, all alone without you and your little sister to keep them company? To keep watch over them?” She smiled wickedly. “What kind of trouble do you think Dylan might have gotten himself into during his summer vacation if you had never come back?”
I wouldn’t let Elizabeth see what effect her words had on me. I knew her game. I had seen her play it too many times.
“Why aren’t you calling him Fish Boy?” I asked.
Elizabeth blinked quickly, her sneer wiped away. “What?”
“I’ve never heard you call Dylan by his name,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her. “You never call any of the finfolk by their names.”
Elizabeth glared at me, her hair whipping around her head in the breeze. Fallen leaves and bits of trash tumbled down the street around her as she glared at me.
“You should have stayed
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