Book Seven: Chapter 97

“Patience.” Ratu studied the fairy and noticed she was a little banged up. “Are you okay?”

Cerulea nodded, then paused to straighten an antennae. “I found Mike! And the fish girl and Opal and Daisy!” She pointed off in the distance. “And a whole lot of skeletons!”

“I figured.” Though Ratu’s voice was calm, she was inwardly relieved almost to the point of tears. “Is he okay?”

Cerulea bobbed her head violently. Olivia joined them moments later. Maybe it was the smell of burning feathers or the hissing noise Ratu made in the back of her throat at them when they came near, but the birds chasing Olivia scattered long before the cave’s entrance. Either way, the fairies were safe.

“Mike said to meet him at his property.” Cerulea stood tall and put her hands on her hips. “He’s going to walk the long way to get there.”

“What’s the long way?” asked Ingrid.

Cerulea responded by sticking out her tongue.

“Hey.” Ratu jostled the fairie, who crouched down