Book Two: Chapter 18

“Little fuckers!” He kicked a piece of side table near him, sending the wood spinning into the room. Those nasty little rodents had gone too far. The inner turmoil he had been experiencing was suddenly resolved. They needed to go.

“Mike.” Her voice barely a whisper, Beth pointed at the corner of the room where Tink’s wide-eyed gaze was fixed. It took him a second before what he was seeing had registered.

Jenny’s dollhouse had been smashed to pieces and lay in ruin. Of the doll herself, there was no sign.

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The search for Jenny commenced immediately. Mike, Tink, Beth, and Cecilia searched the known rooms of the home while Abella searched the perimeter of the house. The fairies had split up for their own search and Zel was busy inspecting the front room for any other clues.

Mike was checking under his own bed, a cold sweat on his brow. While he was certain that Jenny wouldn’t blame him for this, the doll was known to be volatile and would see the destruct