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194 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 10, 2024
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"Oh dear. My face burns as I realize I basically threw myself at a stranger and gave him no choice but to be my replacement Kai. It doesn’t matter how beautiful he is, he doesn’t deserve having the Wren Show shoved on him without warning. “You don’t actually have to take care of me,” I say quickly. “I can go home now.” “Home?” The level of doubt Bael’s expression shows makes me think he has low confidence in my ability to survive on my own."
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"Bael": When I pull my hand away, Wren grabs my wrist and pulls it back to rest on his head and says, “No, I like it. Don’t stop.”
“Thank god,” I say and immediately go back to petting him. “Your hair is just so soft and fluffy. I can’t help myself.”
Wren’s eyes drift shut slowly as I stroke his hair, and he’s doing that thing baby animals do when they don’t realize they’re falling asleep. His eyes close and then they pop back open again, then they drift shut again, and it’s longer between sleepy blinks, and his eyes don’t open as wide after each blink. I know he’ll be asleep any second now, so I keep playing with his hair.
“You’re safe, Wren. I won’t let anything happen to you. It’s safe to fall asleep, I promise.”
He gives a soft sigh, and his eyes stay closed after his last sleepy blink.
Wren is a gift. The universe dropped a fucking gift into my lap, and I’ll be damned if I squander it.
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"Wren: “You're not… you guys aren't part of a cult, are you?” If they are, it's probably a really cool one considering their lifestyle, but I know for a fact that neither Kai, Marty, nor Shelly will allow me to be part of a cult no matter how cool it is."
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Bael: Wren taps his index fingers together and looks away. “Well…” I wait patiently, aging months instead of minutes before he finally whispers, “Because I can’t take care of myself.”
I take his anxious fingers and kiss them gently. “I can take care of you, Wren. I really, really can. I want to do it. Please let me take care of you.”
I just need him to give me a chance."
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"Wren: His voice is still hot, but it doesn't have that cutting edge to it anymore. This is probably a good thing, because if he talks like that all the time, I will probably die from constant nosebleeds.
“I didn’t know cults have fans.” Though if it's a cult of Bael’s voice, I can see the appeal.
“We’re not a cult!” Travis snaps.
“Whoops. Sorry. I didn't know the mafia had fans.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. We're none of those things. We're a band.” Travis stomps away to the table Mel and Laura grabbed for us.
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Everyone at the table looks at me expectantly. That’s when I finally connect the dots.
“Holy shit, you’re a band? Thank fuck! That's way better than the glitter mafia. I ran out of nice things to say about people who kill people for a living ten minutes ago, and since my phone is dead, I can't google for help to find more.”
Shay laughs. “Jesus, Bael, he’s like your mini-me.”
Mel slams the table with both hands in excitement. “Oh my god, Wren, I love you so much right now. I vote to rename the band Glitter Mafia immediately.”
“No,” Harvey says absently without looking up from his phone. I get the feeling he's used to vetoing a lot of ideas from this group. I wonder what it takes to faze him?
“Yes, please, please, yes,” Bael says...”
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■ Wren: '"His name is Wren?” This is said with all the enthusiasm of a golden retriever puppy being presented with his first ball. “Can I come in, Wren? I promise not to be weird."
“No way!” I yell at the door. “You can only come in if you promise to be as weird as possible.”
■ "Wren: I’m a weird little dude. I’m an over-sheltered, under-socialized house cat, and I know without a doubt that I don’t belong here. I’m stupid, but I’m not that stupid."
■ "Wren: Everyone in this place is a solid fucking ten. Where am I? Queer Heaven?
I mean, I’m just assuming it’s a queer-friendly space given what Gwen told me earlier and Mel’s sheer existence. And maybe everyone here isn’t queer, but even so, the eye candy alone is on the same level as the cast of The Mummy for causing a sexuality identity crisis.
Hell, I bet even Elvis the ghost is hot..."