““Tink looked over at Ren. “Wait. Have you two stopped fighting? Oh my Queen Mab, you guys are in love again!” My eyes widened as I glanced around, seeing that several of the strangers were watching us with detached interest. “Tink . . .” “We were never not together,” Ren said, dropping his arm over my shoulders. The blue and red bag slipped to the floor as he clapped his hands like an overexcited seal. “You guys are! This is amazing.” “Tink,” I said again, this time with a little more force behind his name. “Thank the faery lords and ladies, I will not be a product of a split home.” “For the last time, we are not your parents, Tink.” I shook my head as I started to turn but stopped. “Pick up your bag.” Ren leaned in as Tink snatched the bag off the floor. “You sound like his mom.” “Shut up,” I hissed.””
