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kidnapped.” He managed to glare, look concerned, and mock all at the same time. I had no idea chataling faces could make those contortions.
“I have never said I can take care of everything.” I held up my hand before he could even suck in enough air to argue. “I just don’t like people hovering over me.” Harlan had a tendency to do that, no matter how many times I told him I was fine.
I looked forlornly around for something to eat, but Foxy hadn’t come back yet.
“It doesn’t matter what led to me being kidnapped. The point is that he did it.” Another thought careened wildly into my fogged brain. “And he mentioned Perallan.”
Now it was Harlan’s time to spit his drink. It didn’t make it past his whiskers and he dabbed it up before continuing.
“Why didn’t you say so in the first place? This is important! This could change everything.” His crowing was cut short as three flashes of color slammed into him. All three faeries were jabbering excitedly, pointing and screeching until I thought for certain someone was going to make us leave.
Garbage Blossom bounced over to me, pulling at a lock of hair to grab my attention. I did what any exhausted, underfed, tortured soul would do,—I grabbed her and squished her on the table. A series of gasps from behind me told me the audience was still watching even if they hadn’t been able to hear what Harlan and I were saying. I rolled my eyes at Harlan, but he was busy pulling off his own little invaders. With a slight turn and nod toward the bystanders, I lifted my hand. Garbage flew up and lit on my head. The squishing hadn’t even slowed her down.
Faeries had been found alive and well under a ton of rocks. No one seemed to know what could kill them.
“Slow down, Garbage. I can’t understand you.” She was speaking so quickly that it was starting to blur into a single long hum.
“Foundhisnewhome. We found him.” She actually slowed herself down faster than I’d ever seen before. I knew instantly who she was talking about. She might hate Alric almost as much as I did.
“You found Alric? Where is he?” That son of a bitch may have gotten me out of prison for the time being, but he was directly or indirectly the source of far too many of my troubles. He and I needed to talk. Right after I swung by Harlan’s place for a nice big stick of heavy wood.
Garbage got too excited and broke two nearby wine glasses with her high pitch. With a deep breath she slowed down again. “He went into the ruins. Bad nasty fences, spelled, couldn’t go in.” A scowl took over her tiny orange face and her eyes narrowed. “But he got in.”
That was three. I wanted to go in and look at Perallan’s last dig, Harlan wanted me to find out why they shut things down, and now my handsome nemesis was secretly hiding out there. Three reasons. I turned to Harlan who had finally succeeded in containing the other two faeries. “You’ve got a deal. Tomorrow, I go over the fence.”
Harlan had finally heard the same thing Garbage just told me. “I believe you may be right. It does seem as if your friend is deeply involved in the situation at hand.” He leaned back as Foxy stepped in and placed a huge pile of food in front of me. Not his normal fare; he’d clearly gone into his own kitchen and prepared anything he could. Soup, a pile of leaf greens, what looked like a full chicken, and two loaves of round bread.
I looked up to catch Foxy’s eye, but he turned away too quickly. Foxy was one of the gentlest souls around, but hated it when he got caught being nice.
“Thanks.” I projected all the words I wanted to say into that one word.
The faeries stomped around a bit, still riled up from chasing Alric. I noticed that the more sober patrons left the pub. Faeries spoiling for a fight were almost as annoying as drunk ones. And they were more likely to actually hurt someone.
Harlan lifted one brow but didn’t say anything at the exodus as he broke off pieces of
“I have never said I can take care of everything.” I held up my hand before he could even suck in enough air to argue. “I just don’t like people hovering over me.” Harlan had a tendency to do that, no matter how many times I told him I was fine.
I looked forlornly around for something to eat, but Foxy hadn’t come back yet.
“It doesn’t matter what led to me being kidnapped. The point is that he did it.” Another thought careened wildly into my fogged brain. “And he mentioned Perallan.”
Now it was Harlan’s time to spit his drink. It didn’t make it past his whiskers and he dabbed it up before continuing.
“Why didn’t you say so in the first place? This is important! This could change everything.” His crowing was cut short as three flashes of color slammed into him. All three faeries were jabbering excitedly, pointing and screeching until I thought for certain someone was going to make us leave.
Garbage Blossom bounced over to me, pulling at a lock of hair to grab my attention. I did what any exhausted, underfed, tortured soul would do,—I grabbed her and squished her on the table. A series of gasps from behind me told me the audience was still watching even if they hadn’t been able to hear what Harlan and I were saying. I rolled my eyes at Harlan, but he was busy pulling off his own little invaders. With a slight turn and nod toward the bystanders, I lifted my hand. Garbage flew up and lit on my head. The squishing hadn’t even slowed her down.
Faeries had been found alive and well under a ton of rocks. No one seemed to know what could kill them.
“Slow down, Garbage. I can’t understand you.” She was speaking so quickly that it was starting to blur into a single long hum.
“Foundhisnewhome. We found him.” She actually slowed herself down faster than I’d ever seen before. I knew instantly who she was talking about. She might hate Alric almost as much as I did.
“You found Alric? Where is he?” That son of a bitch may have gotten me out of prison for the time being, but he was directly or indirectly the source of far too many of my troubles. He and I needed to talk. Right after I swung by Harlan’s place for a nice big stick of heavy wood.
Garbage got too excited and broke two nearby wine glasses with her high pitch. With a deep breath she slowed down again. “He went into the ruins. Bad nasty fences, spelled, couldn’t go in.” A scowl took over her tiny orange face and her eyes narrowed. “But he got in.”
That was three. I wanted to go in and look at Perallan’s last dig, Harlan wanted me to find out why they shut things down, and now my handsome nemesis was secretly hiding out there. Three reasons. I turned to Harlan who had finally succeeded in containing the other two faeries. “You’ve got a deal. Tomorrow, I go over the fence.”
Harlan had finally heard the same thing Garbage just told me. “I believe you may be right. It does seem as if your friend is deeply involved in the situation at hand.” He leaned back as Foxy stepped in and placed a huge pile of food in front of me. Not his normal fare; he’d clearly gone into his own kitchen and prepared anything he could. Soup, a pile of leaf greens, what looked like a full chicken, and two loaves of round bread.
I looked up to catch Foxy’s eye, but he turned away too quickly. Foxy was one of the gentlest souls around, but hated it when he got caught being nice.
“Thanks.” I projected all the words I wanted to say into that one word.
The faeries stomped around a bit, still riled up from chasing Alric. I noticed that the more sober patrons left the pub. Faeries spoiling for a fight were almost as annoying as drunk ones. And they were more likely to actually hurt someone.
Harlan lifted one brow but didn’t say anything at the exodus as he broke off pieces of
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