Fable: An Unfortunate Fairy Tale Book 3 by Chanda Hahn Page B

the pencil sketch of the fight between Ever, Reid, and
Mina, and whistled in surprise. “Looks like you two make quite the
team.”
    Ever raised her chin and stepped between
them. “Only ’cause I had to. You were out of the picture, so
someone had to help your charge. It’s not a job that I would
cherish in the future. So don’t get used to it.”
    Brody came up behind them, with an arm
protectively wrapped around Nan. “Hey, the police are saying it was
just some prank, and no harm, no foul, so we can all go home. The
theater is giving us all free tickets to see another movie, once
they open up again.”
    Nan was blushing profusely at the attention
from Brody, and Mina couldn’t help but feel sad and happy for her.
The sudden onslaught of danger had thrown Brody into knight in
shining armor mode again, and he instinctively reacted and
protected his girl. Mina was delighted that he had protected Nan
when she was unable to. How could she begrudge them happiness, if
that was what they really wanted? Brody would always protect those
closest to him—that was his nature. And if Nan was friends with a
Grimm, than she would always need protecting, and she couldn’t
think of anyone more suited than Brody. Now if only she could
convince her heart of it.
    The ride home was silent. The gravity of
what had happened in the theater caused the air to be filled with
nervousness. She didn’t even ask Nan and Brody what they remembered
from tonight, preferring to not know how much of their minds had
been tampered with by the Fae. She curled up on the back seat and
held the Grimoire close to her chest, and stared out the window
into the night.
    Twice she caught Brody staring at her in the
rearview mirror, but she quickly looked away and pretended not to
notice. The small notebook grew warm in her hands, and she flipped
it open to a blank page and stared in wonder as words began to fill
up its pages.
    Did you enjoy your date tonight? ~T
    The words appeared for a few seconds and
then faded into the paper. Teague must be writing in the book on
the Fae plan to make it appear in hers on the physical plane. An
image appeared in her mind of the dark-haired prince leaning over a
golden column in a round room. On the column sat a very large and
ancient book. He was looking around to see if anyone was spying on
him, and then leaned forward to write in its pages with a white
quill.
    She scrambled in her purse for a pen and
tentatively wrote back on the Grimoire, her heart pounding with
adrenaline.
    He was a disappointment. I
had higher expectations. But I guess I’m hard to please. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, taunting
the Story through the Grimoire. She didn’t even know it was
possible.
    I’ll try harder to meet your expectations
next time. And you can be sure there will be a next time…and a
next…and a next.
    I will defeat you!
    There was a long pause, and she thought that
he had left and stopped writing. She stared at the page, willing an
answer to appear, but nothing came. Finally, when she was about to
close the book in frustration, his answer came, written slowly and
deliberately.
    Then I will look forward to that day when
you confront me face to face.
    That day may be sooner than you think,
Teague.
    I wouldn’t expect you to be the one speaking
tall tales.
    Why did it seem like he was flirting with
her? She could have sworn he was smiling when he wrote that, but
how would she know? How could she so easily visualize him writing
in the book, when she couldn’t see him? Or was it because he was
connected to the tales as much as she was that they were connected
also. Her stomach rolled in displeasure.
    Mina.
    She didn’t want to play this game anymore
and almost stopped writing completely.
    What? she finally answered.
    I’m sorry.
    For what?
    For what I’m about to do…but then
again…maybe not.
    The car had pulled to a stop in front of
Nan’s apartment building, and Mina didn’t even know how long they
had been