Who Is Oblivion And Melissa Novels & Stories

And now I was going to dinner on Thursday. With Damien. And Victoria Mercer. I pulled out my phone and googled her. Because I was not walking into whatever this was without information. The results loaded. I scrolled. And then I stopped. Because the third result down was a profile piece from two years ago, business magazine, full page. Victoria Mercer, sixty-two, founder of three companies, notoriously private, famously ruthless. And right there in the fourth paragraph, one line that made my stomach drop completely.

“Sit. No, Baylee, not on the floor, oh my gods, sit on something padded like a mammal who cares about her hips. Collin, next to her, skin contact, good.” Baylee squinted. “Is this a witch thing or an attitude thing?” “Yes,” Melody said. Baylee smirked despite herself. Melody finally lifted her head. Her face was pale. Her mouth was tight. That wasn’t great. “Okay,” she said. “So. Remember how I said Melissa still had Veil-thread in her after we cut her loose from whatever shadow garbage Jade left behind?” Melissa made a face. “Please don’t call it ‘shadow garbage.’”