Page 37 of Glamour & Gumballs

That was a handy trick, honestly.

I nodded, and my vision did the typical shift before everything changed.

We were standing in an old-fashioned apartment with stark gray walls and uncomfortable furniture made up of harsh lines.

The woman in front of us was tall and skinny, her smooth, highlighted blonde hair tied up in a severe bun. Her light skin was tanned, though it didn’t look quite natural. Her expression was tight, her pretty face caked in makeup, and her lips painted in a perfectly-chosen neutral shade that complimented her complexion.

“Alright, I have a few minutes,” Kellie said in a clipped voice. “What do you want to talk about?

“Let’s sit down.” Rhett took her arm lightly and led her over to an uncomfortable-looking couch, where they both sat. “I don’t know how to tell you this,” he admitted.

She tensed.

She probably thought he was going to admit to cheating or something, with that shitty introduction.

Note to self: Rhett was not great at starting important discussions.

“I’m not human,” he said.

She blinked.

Her forehead creased.

“I’m fae,” he said. “The legends about faeries started with us, though they have most things wrong.” He rolled his shoulders lightly, and shifted to his fae form. His massive horns curled off his head, his wings spreading behind him.

Kellie went pale, fast.

Rhett reached for her arm when she swayed a little, but she moved it away before he could touch her.

“Get out,” she said softly.

He shifted back to his human form. “Kellie, I?—”

“Get out,” she repeated. “I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk.”

The scene shifted.

Rhett was knocking on her door. The scruff on his face and tension in his position told me it had been a few days.

Kellie opened the door, her expression cold and hard. “What do you want?”

“You didn’t call.” Rhett’s voice was low, but controlled. He was holding tightly to his emotions, careful not to let go. “It’s been a week, Kellie. You just posted that our engagement is over on social media, but didn’t fucking call.”

“You can’t expect me to marry a monster,” she shot back. “If I’d known what you were from the beginning, I never would’ve dated you at all.” Leaving the door open, she stepped back for a moment and grabbed a diamond ring off something just inside the door.

She flung it at him, and he caught it as she slammed the door shut.

The illusion disappeared, and I stared down at Rhett. Though I expected the memories to upset him at least a little, he didn’t look bothered. I didn’t know if he was just hiding his emotions or if he genuinely wasn’t hurt anymore.

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“How does all that shit make you feel now?” I asked.

“Like I dodged a bullet.”

“Or a bomb.” I propped myself up on his chest. Though my robe had fallen loose during the night, my comfortable underwear hadn’t budged. Good old granny panties and unsupportive cotton bra. “I’m not like her.”

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