Avery Barkley lay on his hotel bed that night thinking over those words. She might have been full drunk, but there was some truth to what she said. She said that fairy tales were non-existent, lies whispered into the ears of children at night, a sort of desperate shield placed over reality to protect them from being hurt.
Avery's mind began to wander back to when he was with Scarlett. He'd had all these plans, all worked out like a contractor's map. They'd all left by now, but sometimes, on lonely nights like this one, he'd try to grasp onto their tails and pull them back down to earth. But not tonight.
He'd still been under the illusion of true love and crap like that, but tonight he felt himself slip out of it. Juliette was right. Fairy tales were nothing but stupid unreal fantasies. But that didn't mean he didn't want all.