Book Eight: Chapter 101

Mike licked his lips, avoiding the urge to be either polite or sarcastic and thank the fae on accident. “We could have been here over an hour ago,” he said.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about you mortals. You like to convince yourselves how differently things would have gone with knowledge from the future.” Nyx laughed, her voice echoing up into the darkness above. “So now that you’re here, what comes next? Surely you’ll think of something.”

Mike pursed his lips. “You brought things to life that could have hurt my family.”

“But did they?” Nyx took another step and teleported to Sofia. “As far as I can tell, no serious harm has been done to anyone in this room.”

“I’m about to--” Sofia cut herself off and turned away.

“You’re. About. To. What?” asked Nyx in a mocking tone. She danced around the cyclops. “What, were you planning to hurt me? To slice me open with that magic sword of yours? Maybe I’d let you do it, just to see what color my own blood is.”