When Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.

Wanna see the rest of my happy place?

I do know you, Fancy. All about you. The problem is, you don’t know about me.

I’d give just about anything if I could make you care,” he said. “Especially about me.

The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day - mateless and abandoned.

But what if the monsters come?"
"Fancy." Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. "We are the monsters.