The Water Date: Merritt’s Story Extra

Description

One week after their first dinner date together, Merritt and Belmont head out to sub-Forest Glen to try the water that Merritt claims is the best in the underground. A Devoted: Merritt’s Story extra that takes place after Book 2, Chapter 16.

Written short story with six pages of illustrations.

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Read an Excerpt:

“Whipped cashew mini cream pie,” Merritt read skeptically off the menu. “That sounds sweet. Do you think it’s sweet?”

“Probably,” Belmont replied. “You don’t like sweet things?”

“They’re fine every once in a while. But I’m trying to decide if it would go well with the water or if something else might pair better.”

Belmont stopped himself before he could retort, “It’s water.” He knew his audience. “The cashew pie is pretty good,” he said instead. “It has some sort of spice in it. I don’t remember the name.”

Merritt squinted at the seed pod garnish sitting atop the diminutive pie. “Cardamom.”

“Fucking insufferable smart-ass know-it-all—” Belmont muttered, and Merritt gave him a playful nudge before he could continue his string of half-joking insults. “Just choose something, Merritt. I want to get out of here before the sun light goes off.”

“Fine,” Merritt replied. He held up a hand to politely signal the shop owner, which Belmont thought was cute—as if the man hadn’t already been hovering at attention, knowing that King Damen Mercury’s right hand was in his shop. “Could I please have one cashew mini cream pie? And a…” He turned to Belmont.

“Strawberry tart,” Belmont said. Leaning toward Merritt’s ear, he added, “That was my nickname in junior high. I had this pair of spotted pink briefs—”

“And two tap waters,” Merritt said loudly to the shopkeeper with a plastered-on grin, cutting Belmont off.

“Coming right up,” the man said.

“Oh,” Merritt called before the man could disappear around the corner. “I have cups.”

Belmont watched, mortified, as Merritt whipped two glasses out of his rucksack and handed them across the counter. The shopkeeper’s brows furrowed, but, after taking a furtive glance at Belmont, he grabbed the cups and turned toward the faucet.

“What the fuck was that?” Belmont whispered.

“You don’t want a cup that’s going to affect the flavor of the water,” Merritt replied. “The ones here are washed with scented detergent, so—”

“With every word you speak, you’re dragging me closer to hell.”

Merritt fell silent, but Belmont could tell that he was suppressing a laugh.