Tiffany Aching Series Novels & Stories

“Tell me something not work-related.” Ainara raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” “Like… are you seeing someone?” Ainara hesitated. “It’s complicated.” Tasha grinned. “That’s the best kind.” They laughed, and for the first time in days, Ainara felt lighter. They talked about college, travel, dream projects, and the weirdest clients they’d ever had. Then Tasha said, “We’re going home the day after tomorrow, right?” “Yup. Project’s on track. We deserve a little shopping.”

When Carla saw me, a flash of surprise flickered across her face. Then she sneered. "Tiffany, you really are cold-blooded. Noah got into an accident, and you didn't even bother to visit him." I glanced at the hairclip she wore—a gift from Noah—and said blandly, "You've accepted so many things from him. Why didn't you go visit him?" My question caught her off guard. Her expression darkened with anger. "Tiffany, you'll regret this." I didn't let her words get to me. I stayed composed and focused, completing the questions with a calm, steady mind.