On the first day of Sarah Minion's visit, Fegan had wanted the girl to drop dead. On the third day of her visit, he had been surprised when she'd apologized and suggested they start over. He'd been wary; she had to be up to something. On the fifth he decided she wasn't as bad as she'd seemed on that first day. On the sixth day Fegan was sort of glad she'd came.


Sarah's birthday came seven days after her arrival. Her twenty-eighth birthday, to be exact. Minion bought her a cake and that was all she'd expected, since her brother had already given her the jewelry box.

She didn't expect Floop to hand her a small box wrapped in gold paper. He looked down at his feet and mumbled "Happy Birthday," while she took it, then walked away, feeling like an idiot.

Sarah ripped the paper off and opened the box. Her eyes went wide and she gave a small "oh," as she pulled out a gold chain necklace. Hanging from the chain was a square cut emerald.

"Whoa," she breathed. He was making it really hard for Sarah to resent him.

Really, really hard.


"I can't keep this up," Sarah sighed as she paced back and forth in her room. "He's making it really hard to just fake being friends. I don't even think I'm faking anymore."

Sarah was honestly starting to like Fegan, and giving her a present—which she loved—made her like him even more.

Sarah wasn't faking anymore; they really were friends.