Chapter 35

Her thoughts and feelings were complicated, but she now knew one thing for sure: If anyone ever tried to lay a finger on that foal, Lily would tear them apart.

Dana sat at the breakfast table with a map of Florida laid out in front of her like a place mat. She stared at it intently, memorizing as many roads and street names as she could. True, her phone would do a much better job at navigating, but it wasn’t like she had anything better to do.

“Death wants to know if you would like a topological one as well.” Mike sat across from her with a stack of waffles drowned in peanut butter, butter, and syrup. It was the sort of fare that would give someone a heart attack, but based on the magic flowing through his veins and his semi-athletic build, it was likely his cholesterol levels were fine. She looked up at him, realizing she had been so focused on the map that she hadn’t noticed Death speaking to her. The Grim Reaper sat to Mike’s left while Tink sat on his right, snacking