Book Two: Chapter 50

Tink spent her evening and the following morning in the Vault. When she came up for breakfast, she was muttering under her breath, her face and arms covered in soot. Between inhaling her eggos, she mumbled something about a magical item that had blown up in her face and had gone back down to the basement wearing a thick apron and heavy gloves. The Vault was eventually declared repaired before Tink flopped down on Mike’s bed and slept for nearly fourteen hours straight.

He expected to have another dream about the game board, but it never came. Cecilia still hadn’t returned, but Sofia assured him that many death myths claimed a personal escort could take time, especially when they were troublesome spirits that didn’t want to go.

Somehow, it didn’t help him feel better. He used his nervous energy to help Reggie transform the servant’s quarters into a sitting room. They had both agreed it would be more pleasant than storming into the throne room whenever they wanted to talk.