I closed my eyes. I was just drifting off to sleep when she said, “Hey, Lark? What’s red and white and black all over?”
I opened one eye. “You?”
“Yes!” She squealed, laughing like an idiot. “Or, I was.” She grinned.
I made a noise that could have possibly been laughter, or a groan. “Are you going to talk all night?”
“No. I’m going to watch you sleep, and it won’t be at all creepy.”
I thought about the eyes I’d found in the Shadow Lands and all the other things we should probably talk about, and then I decided that it could wait. All of it could wait—and maybe we didn’t need to talk about any of it. I really didn’t care. I was going to be okay. Wren was okay. Our friends and Nan were okay, and our mother was still a selfish, clueless bitch. All was right with the world.
I wrapped my hand around one of hers. “I love you, Wrennie.”
She kissed my forehead. “I love you, too.”
I fell asleep, and as far as I knew, she really did lie there all night watching me. And it wasn’t at all creepy.
Well, maybe just a little. But that was just us.