Fable of Happiness (Fable #2) by Pepper Winters

The lights over the island suddenly flickered as I plated the charred eggplant and courgettes onto a bed of lettuce, blacking out completely as I turned off the oven.

Now what?

What’s happened?

Holding my breath, I glanced around the pitch-black kitchen. Had Kas done that? Had he freed his ankle and was currently stalking me? About to pounce out of the shadows and kill me?

“Kas?” I inched toward the knife block, doing my best to keep my heart calm. “If that’s you, can you turn the lights back on?”

No footsteps. No reply.

My pulse continued to climb as I pulled a knife free, adding an additional weapon to the one already hidden in my leggings pocket. Stepping through the darkness, I fumbled for the light-switch against the wall.

On, off, on, off.

Still black.

It’s probably the solar power.

In my exploration of this place, I’d found a bank of panels in a field behind the house. Angled for the sun, clean from dust and debris, they looked well maintained and efficient.

But no matter how efficient they were, they couldn’t create power if they had no UV, and the past few days had been gloomy and gray. Sun had barely made an appearance this morning—definitely not enough to charge whatever batteries ran this place.

Crap.

Oh well, at least there’d been enough power to cook with. Lighting wasn’t necessary to eat with, and besides, I was so exhausted, I’d probably crash right after dinner anyway.

As long as Kas is restrained and I’m safe, of course.

My heart kicked. Would he hate me for staying away so long today or, in some part of his fractured mind, did he understand how hard this was for me?

Rubbing my temples, I tried to massage away my constant headache. My stomach rumbled, reminding me it wouldn’t just be me who was hungry.

Time to check on your patient, Gem.

Sighing heavily, I did my best to gather my courage and picked up the two plates. Every time I stepped into the library, I didn’t know if I’d find a monster or a miserable man who made me throb in so many indecent ways.

I was terrified of him.

Terrified of my reaction to him.

Bracing my spine, I marched through the darkness to find him.





CHAPTER NINE

THE THING ABOUT SINS I hadn’t understood was...they couldn’t be washed away with soap and water. They couldn’t be scrubbed until they vanished or bleached until the scent of despair went away.

I knew.

I’d tried.

They were there until death or until the mind broke completely.

Sitting on my haunches, I looked down at my blistered hands.

It’d been five days since I’d said goodbye.

Five days since I’d freed my family and murdered a shit ton of evil in this place.

I fell to my ass in the middle of the clean hallway, cursing the crush of memories. The unbearable slicing down my chest.

They’d wanted to stay.

I’d forbidden it.

Once Storymaker was dead, and my family had packed their bags, I’d escorted them to the cave. I’d bound the hands of the chef and his scullery maid, trusting them to keep their mouths shut in the real world.

I’d offered them two choices. Live or die. Forget what happened here—swallow their own pain, or tell people. One option meant they could go home; the other meant they’d have to stay with me.

They’d been kind to us. They’d snuck us food when we’d been starved and gave us medicine when we’d been beaten. They weren’t like our master, and I had no desire to kill them.

As we stood in the mouth of the cave, moonlight had cast all of us in silver.

The energy between us was weird. Not quite celebratory, not quite afraid. Wariness that this was a trick was the main mood.

The only things anyone had bothered packing were a spare set of clothes and some food for the journey. No one had bothered to take the Fable book we’d been given or any other mementos of this cesspit.

Good fucking riddance.

Despite the lack of luggage, no one noticed I hadn’t packed at all.

They didn’t notice I hung back as we got closer to the cave.

They turned in shock when I stopped on the outskirts of the stone cathedral, and whispered, “Goodbye.”

The chef and his maid waited in the shadows while my family returned in a flock. A flock of kids who’d grown into adults, all scarred with the same troubles.

“Kas?” Nyx touched my arm, her eyes wide. “Goodbye? What does that mean? You’re coming with us, right?”

Wes leaned heavily on Jareth who had him propped up between him and Neo. Sweat ran down his face, fever and sickness evident in his stare. “Come on, man. Let’s go.” He shivered even in the hot evening. Whatever those bastards had done to his leg, he’d been poisoned from it. “You saved us, Kas. Don’t be a jackass now.”

I half-smiled. “I’m never a jackass without reason.”

“Exactly.” Wes winced, coughing in pain. “So enough dilly dally. Let’s go.”

“I agree. Go.” I pointed into the black tomb of the cave. “Between all of you, you should remember the way.”

“We can’t do this without you, Kas,” Sarez murmured, clinging to my hand. “We wouldn’t even be here without you. If you think we’re going to walk away—”

“You’re not walking away. I’m coming after you.” I cupped her cheek, staring into her eyes before looking at everyone in turn. “I promise. I’ll find you.”