Endlessly. Kiersten White

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      Dedication

      Contents

      Title Page

      Dedication

      Pink Goes with Everything

      Barking Mad

      The Shortest Day of the Year

      Glamourous Parties

      Winter Soulstice

      Old Flames

      Found and Lost

      Shocking Encounters

      New Jewelry

      Sparks Fly

      Havoc

      Rainbows and Butterflies

      Holding Hands with Boys

      Dance, Dance Revolutions

      Bundles of Joy

      Happy Pills

      What’s in a Name?

      Power Nap

      Eau De Faerie

      I Need a Little Space

      Deck the Sterile White Halls

      In the Absence of Ruby Slippers

      Plan T

      Picture Imperfect

      Eavesdropping and Reading Notes

      Ice, Ice, Baby

      Double Dating Disappointments

      More Monsters in the Dark

      Dream Date

      You Can’t Change Me

      You’d Think They’d Never Seen an Invisible Boy Before

      Sweaty Mess

      Kind of a Big Deal

      Dude, for Serious

      Jack is Clever, Jack is Good

      Bread Basket Cases

      Possibly Impossible

      A Lot Strange

      You Can’t Borrow My Clothes, Either

      Light and Dark

      Daddy Issues

      We’re Not Dawn Yet

      Miss You Faerie Much

      Never Forever

      Acknowledgments

      Praise

      Other Books by Kiersten White

      Copyright

      About the Publisher

      

      Here’s the thing about dragons: I know absolutely nothing whatsoever about them.

      Which made my task to scare raccoons out of the alley behind the diner much more complicated. Instead of the mini masked bandits, I was greeted by a pale, serpentine body with feathers raised like spikes along its spine and shoulders. Its face was almost wolfish, a long snout cut by two thick tusks jutting out and curling up over the lips. Oh, and claws. Sharp claws. “You are not a raccoon,” I whispered.

      “Nae, child, I am no wee beast.” The air tasted like charcoal as its voice slid out, high and smooth and ageless, momentarily shocking me even more than the fact that there was a dragon hanging around behind the trash cans. It talked. Well, of course it talked, Evie. Because really, what kind of self-respecting, trash can–scrabbling mythical dragon wouldn’t talk? I was equal parts terrified and annoyed. But at least the dragon didn’t smell as bad as unicorns.

      Then again, unicorns were herbivores.

      It breathed in deeply, a golden glow growing in its chest. For once I didn’t think that light was related to its soul. Not soul; definitely fire. I didn’t have time to dash back through the door and close it before being roasted—nor did I like the door’s odds against a dragon. I could make a break for it down the alley, but I had no idea how fast this creature was. I decided on honesty. “Are you going to eat me?” I asked.

      “Is that your desire?”

      “Not really, no. The Winter Formal is coming up, and it’s not going to plan itself, so this is kind of a bad time for me. Can we reschedule?” I took a step back. People used to fight dragons, right? I could do this. All I needed was a full suit of armor. And a sword. Or a mace. Or some Mace.

      The door opened behind me, flooding the alley with light from the kitchen, and I yelped in relief.

      “There you are,” Nona said. She nodded to the dragon.

      “You two know each other?” Why did this surprise me? Of course the resident tree spirit would know the talking dragon hanging out in the alley, just like she knew every other weird paranormal recently lurking about town. And I had no doubt that this meeting, too, would go entirely unexplained.

      I so needed to get a new job.

      “Evelyn, I have served your friends milk shakes. Please enjoy your evening.” Smiling placidly at me, Nona walked out past the dragon toward the end of the alley where the forest pushed up against the town. The dragon fixed one gleaming, dark pink eye on me, then winked.

      Forget a new job. I needed to get a new town.

      A breeze blew past me in a massive gust, flinging my hair into my mouth. The dragon took a few graceful hops, then slid like a snake through the air after Nona.

      “Fabulous,” I muttered, going into the kitchen and shutting—then locking—the door. “Glad Nona has another new friend.” Taking a deep breath to clear my sinuses of the lingering smell of smoke, I squared my shoulders and walked into the main part of the diner. I just faced off against a dragon and came away char free. I was ready to fight.

      “Now,” I said, sitting down at the corner booth and glaring at the five other teenagers there, “who says pink isn’t a good color scheme for this dance?”

      I threw my binder of materials down on our apartment’s tired floral couch. “Seriously, pink is a neutral color! And what’s elegant about navy blue? No one ever says, ‘Hey, you know what’s elegant? The Navy!’”

      Arianna rolled her dead eyes. “There is nothing neutral about pink. They need a color that looks good as a background to any shade of dress.”

      “What color clashes with pink?”

      “Orange?”

      “Well, if anyone shows up in an orange dress, she deserves to clash. Yuck.”

      “Chill out. You can do a lot with navy.”

      I sank down into the couch next to her. “I guess. I could do navy with silver accents. Stars?”

      “Yawn.”

      “Snowflakes?”

      “Gee, now you’re getting creative for a winter formal.”

      I ignored her tone, as usual. I was just glad she was here. She’d been gone a lot lately. “Hmm … maybe something softer. Like a water and mist theme?” I asked.

      “I … actually kind of like that.”

      “Wanna help me with the sketches?”

      She leaned forward and turned on Easton Heights. “Decorating a stupid dance is all yours. You’re the one who decided to be more involved in your ‘normal’ life. I’d prefer to be sleeping eternally six feet under.”

      “This