Free The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

of goblin fruit. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
    A girl is standing in front of the entrance, playing around on her phone.
The
girl, I assume. Heather is small, with faded pink hair and brown skin. She’s wearing a t-shirt with a hand-drawn design across the front. There are pen stains on her fingers. I realize abruptly that she might be the artist who drew the comics I’ve seen Vivi pore over.
    I begin a curtsy before I remember myself and awkwardly stick out a hand. “I’m Vivi’s sister Jude,” I say. “And this is Taryn.”
    The girl shakes my hand. Her palm is warm, her grip nearly nonexistent.
    It’s funny how Vivi, who tried so hard to escape being anything like Madoc, wound up falling in love with a human girl, as Madoc did.
    â€œI’m Heather,” the girl says. “It’s great to meet you. Vee almost never talks about her family.”
    Taryn and I glance at each other.
Vee?
    â€œYou want to sit down or something?” Heather says, nodding toward the food court.
    â€œSomebody owes me coffee,” I say pointedly to Vivi.
    We order and sit and drink. Heather tells us that she’s in community college, studying art. She tells us about comics she likes and bands she’s into. We dodge awkward questions. We lie. When Vivi gets up to throw away our trash, Heather asks us if she’s the first girlfriend Vivi has let us meet.
    Taryn nods. “That must mean she likes you a lot.”
    â€œSo can I visit your place now? My parents are ready to buy a toothbrush for Vee. How come I don’t get to meet hers?”
    I almost snort my mocha. “Did she tell you anything about our family?”
    Heather sighs. “No.”
    â€œOur dad is really conservative,” I say.
    A boy with spiky black hair and a wallet chain passes us, smiling in my direction. I have no idea what he wants. Maybe he knows Heather. She’s not paying attention. I don’t smile back.
    â€œDoes he even know Vee is bi?” Heather asks, astonished, but then Vivi returns to the table, so we don’t have to keep making up stuff. Liking both girls and boys is the only thing in this scenario Madoc
wouldn’t
be upset with Vivi about.
    After that, the four of us wander the mall, trying on purple lipsticks and eating sour apple candy slices crusted in sugar that turn my tongue green. I delight in the chemicals that would doubtless sicken all the lords and ladies at the Court.
    Heather seems nice. Heather has no idea what she’s getting herself into.
    We say polite farewells near Newbury Comics. Vivi watches three kids picking out bobblehead figurines, her gaze avid. I wonder what she thinks as she moves among humans. At moments like that, she seems like a wolf learning the patterns of sheep. But when she kisses Heather, she is entirely sincere.
    â€œI am glad you lied for me,” Vivi says as we retrace our steps through the mall.
    â€œYou’re going to have to tell her eventually,” I say. “If you’re serious. If you’re really moving to the mortal world to be with her.”
    â€œAnd when you do, she’s still going to want to meet Madoc,” Taryn says, although I can see why Vivi wants to avoid that for as long as possible.
    Vivi shakes her head. “Love is a noble cause. How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?”
    Taryn chews her lip.
    Before we leave, we stop by CVS, and I pick up tampons. Every time I buy them, it’s a reminder that while the Folk can look like us, they are a species apart. Even Vivi is a species apart. I divide the package in half and give the other portion to Taryn.
    I know what you’re wondering. No, they don’t bleed once a month; yes, they do bleed. Annually. Sometimes less frequently than that. Yes, they have solutions—padding, mostly—and yes, those solutions suck. Yes, everything about it is embarrassing.
    We start to cut across the parking lot toward