Lullaby (Fable Saga Book 2)

Kitty got all flustered when Jade gave her the receipt but refused to let her pay

what he's getti

the folded receipt into her bag when she thought I w

s. Lyall and Ben will eat anything, but Elliot only eats low-carb high protein, Alastaire won't let anything but the finest delicacies taint

finitely cheaper supermarket across the way. Not that I'm

h lost in our own thoughts un

u want, Ash

d by the sudden question. "I've already

oing with the boys? I know we said we'll pass on your demo songs to Fable's manager, and you'll obviously get some recognition fo

t us in the aisle shoot dirty gla

l of this is going to m

hing. It's just something I have to do. Making it as a professional musician had been my dream for as long as I can remember. My only dream, actually. It can

ich I'm sure is somehow connected to Fable – the shadows, the sna

you're then one who convinced me to stick it out in the

hey might look like they're doing ok, but they've all had to build such high walls, it's like each one of them is trapped inside their own castle. Everyone wants in all

I say, placing a bag of golden h

e you. You get it. Everyone's always trying to break down his w

is is something she's been thinking about for a while. I don't kno

th the album. Going down this path isn't going to help you find happiness, or meaning, or answers, or whatever it is you're looking for. The music industry can destroy

listening in on the whole thing. I don't blame her. It's way too intense and heavy for a grocery store aisle conversation anyway, but

ect of their lives is controlled. That's why they're doing this whole thing. Hid

agine a life where every deci

controls everything. From what they wear, to what they

nd the starlet at a party flashes through my mind. It's not like their relationship was news to me though – they've been the papa

htful as she glides down the frozen foods aisle. "If there's no

ickly, hoping Kitty doesn't

she says. "You like

l it turning white. Because right behind Kitty, a middle-aged woman with curly black hair in a messy b

s pa

voice coming out as

y eyes, and their faces

how I met Mia in the first place. Susan and my mom were BFFs at chef school, and I alw

uly barbeques, camping trips up the coast, Chris

seen them once since the night of the candlelight vigil. I can't believe how much older t

ld, stiff mask. She abruptly pushes her trolley past me, without even looking back. J

we just... can't..." he says,

e tears i

n drenched with ice cold water. I'm sure the bystanders must be star

and ignored like that, I should b

rcing sorrow. And a new

Kitty asks, placing

ke a detour before we go back to the c

en't done in a

to visit M