Monster Among the Roses
When it came time to shelve the books, our great debate about how to organize them started.
“This is where I had the mysteries before,” Isobel started, narrowing her eyes as if daring me to disagree.
I just grinned, ready to play. “But this is a darker corner. Don’t you think mysteries should be in the darkest, most mysterious part of the room? And romances belong by the light, since they’re, you know, light and full of love with happy endings and stuff.”
She blinked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “You have the strangest logic I’ve ever heard.”