Book Seven: Chapter 17

“Good.” Cyrus seemed to deflate a bit. “I am so sorry about all of...this fountain is impressive, has it always been here?”

“No.” Mike looked at Naia’s fountain. The nymph was busy making faces at the Order man from earlier who was inspecting the water as if he hoped to find some loose change. Despite the water in the fountain’s basin literally bending in mid-air and forming into shapes, the man seemed oblivious. “It used to be much smaller, too.”

“Fascinating.” Cyrus gave Mike a weak smile and the tour continued. The mage no longer broke character as they finished their circuit of the house and ended up back at the gazebo. Lily was guiding the knight that had wandered into the hedge maze back out, her hand supporting his upper back.

“What happened?” asked Cyrus.

“He was unconscious. It could have been a few things, since we do have some fae residents in the maze that don’t like being disturbed.” The shit-eating smirk on Lily’s face gave away that she had jab