Friday Just Won’t End
Dear Diary,
Now is a great time for a little recap of my to do list over the last seven days.
My Crap Week
One. Find Father by Friday so he doesn’t die. Done.
Two. Ivy. Same deal. Also done.
Three. Avoid getting blown up. Turns out, this was some sketchy stuff from my time-traveling mother. The trick was to accept that I had to explode, so I did. Still counting that as a win.
Four. Now I’m about to be permanently separated from Dare because I’m a queen, he’s royal, and we’re stuck in this cuckoo courtship ritual.
More pale smoke twists around my hand. Bits of the white paper ring tumble to the ground.
Lift my hand, I turn to Dare. It’s been one big magilla of a day. All I can manage is a single word. “No.”
Dare rounds on Tristan. “I have requested the ancien
