A sigh escaped Henry's lips. "Look," he said, gripping onto her hands even harder, looking at her like he actually needed her, "I get that it's hard for you to believe in a happy ending right now, so I'm not gonna ask you to, but... can you believe...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
chapter 7. sweet poison
warnings: angst, some people are dying, you know, the usual.
♥
MAXand Henry were sitting beside each other in a booth at Granny's, Henry's storybook spread out in front of them, sharing breakfast, when Emma walked in and sat down opposite to them.
"Hey, what's the emergency?" she asked.
Henry immediately shushed her. "This is sensitive," he whispered.
"If it's sensitive, why are we at Granny's out in the open?" Emma whispered back.
"I was hungry."
"Who else knows that we hide the book in the sheriff's station?" asked Max.
Emma frowned. "No one. Why?"
"Someone changed it," said Henry, slowly flipping through the pages in front of them. "There's a new story in it."
"Why would someone add a new story?" Emma asked.
"To tell us something we need to know about the curse," said Henry.
"And what would that be?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "The story isn't finished."
"Why would someone go to so much trouble to add a new story and then not bother finishing it?"
Max rolled her eyes. Now that she was fully on Henry's side on the curse, she could finally tell how stupid all the adults in their lives really were when dismissing it. "We don't fucking know that, that's the point of this meeting."
Emma's expression fell slightly, something close to guilt washing over her face. She looked at Henry, maybe expecting him to defend her, but he didn't acknowledge it. Henry was far too polite to have uttered Max's words himself, but she suspected he was actually thankful that she was there to say them.
