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Chapter 1

Rose

Murder has never been my favorite way to pass the time

Killing de that a lot of dark fairies enjoy, but not ative perks that co you right now, but you know, our kingdoht now

It doesn’t really seeoes

I learned a long tiet to think about too s We’re viewed as being dangerous or evil or s, but our reputation precedes us

So soht

I slink through the darkness on oing to have to fight, and I don’t want to fight I alin, anyway, so that’s just one more reason I don’t want to deal with it If someone attacks me, I’ll kill them quickly, easily, and as painlessly as possible

I’d rather not kill them

I’d rather just go home

I h the dark city streets, careful to avoid detection by the charmed birds that flutter down the streets They can’t see everywhere at once and with the cloaking spell I put on o Unless I happen to step right in front of one, they won’t see me Not today Not this time

It’s a good thing because da

Carefully, I sneak down the streets and make it to the little house I share with Tulip and Daisy My sisters are all I have left and together, we do little more than survive

“How is she?” I ask, stripping hs and s it on a hook on the wall Water drips from the fabric and creates a little puddle on the floor

Daisy hates puddles

?

?The saet the potion?”

“No”

“Rose,” she says, shaking her head “We don’t have much time yet Maybe a week”

“I know,” I say, and I look helplessly toward the bedroom It’s not fair what happened to Tulip None of this is fair “But the pharmacist didn’t have anquan potion Neither did the herbalist Neither did the witches I visited” I run h my hair helplessly