Chapter Eighteen

“What about something like this?” Priscilla calls out among the racks of clothes. She pulls out a skirt and holds it over the aisles for Noel to see a few rows down.

“Have you ever seen me wear a skirt?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.

Priscilla groans and shoves it back on the rack. They’ve spent the better parts of the morning looking for a birthday outfit for Noel to wear, despite not even knowing if she plans to do anything for it today.

Her dad has been an active presence at home ever since she got back from her trip, making it impossible for her and Harken to get a moment alone. She has stayed up until all hours of the morning the past couple days just so she can see Harken, climbing up to the roof from her bedroom window and spending hours cuddles up together for warmth, talking about whatever comes to mind, or mostly making up for lost time.

Being intimate in general in the house is off limits, with Noel never allowed to lock her door at night and her father having the eyes and