Book Eight: Chapter 66

What a weird fucking kid, thought the princess as she fled the Radley estate. She would have to try again once she found a way to remove all those blasted chimes.

The early morning chill air kissed Mike’s neck as he stepped into the backyard and shivered. The grass, which had been vibrant and green yesterday, had suddenly taken on a yellow hue. The magic that Amymone was supplying to the grounds had withdrawn significantly overnight as she prepared to go dormant for the winter. Mike walked over to the massive oak tree where the dryad rested with her back against the bark.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t hibernate for the winter,” he said with a grin. Nestled in the trunk, the dryad lifted her head to reveal tired brown eyes.

“I have to get caught up,” she said, clutching the Kindle she had been reading to her chest like a talisman. “I’m two books behind in this series and the next one comes out in February.”

“Well, that’s true, but couldn’t you j