Fallout Curie Novels & Stories

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

Daniel stood near the window, his jaw tight. "Talk," I ordered, shutting the door behind me. Fred didn’t waste time. "Cassandra’s kid—he's three." The words landed like a gut punch. "What?" My voice came out low, controlled. "He was placed in an orphanage at birth," Fred continued. "Her family wanted nothing to do with the scandal, so they got rid of him. And based on the timeline—" He looked me dead in the eye. "There’s no fucking way he’s yours."

she said. "Nothing." He picked up his glass. "It's good to see you eat." "I always eat." "You barely touched breakfast this morning." She opened her mouth. Closed it. He was right. She had pushed the food around, and drunk the coffee, and called it done. "I wasn't hungry this morning." "You weren't hungry yesterday either." "Dylan." "I'm just noting it." "Well, stop noting it and tell me what Cain found." He looked at her for a moment. Then he set his glass down. "The person who brought Cruella to Crestwood," he said. "Cain traced the money. The hotel booking. The whole trail." He paused. "It leads back to Morgana."