Michelle Warren

“Gabe twirls across the floor with his arms spread wide. Unicorns might shoot out of his fingertips, he's so pleased with himself.”

“Wind whips under my skirt. My tights are no protection against the frigid air, so I burrow deeper into my new velvet jacket, slightly remorseful for not wearing something more substantial. If I freeze to death, I just have to remember it's for the sake of fashion.”

“He seems friendly, but what do I know? I do call him Stalker Boy for a reason.”

“He mouths something so slowly that his snarling lips articulate the sound of each and every letter, but I read them as though his silent words blast as loud as a battle cry. "Kill her!”

“I wish you wouldn't have given the sundial bracelet to Terease""Why?" I question and press my head onto his chest, pushing my arms back into his open jacket and around his back."If I had it to lead me to my deepest desire, I know it would always be a direct path to you.”