Book Eight: Chapter 165

“If you’re gonna sugarcoat it like that,” he mumbled to himself and gestured toward the darkness. “What have you discovered?”

“Many things.” Nyx grinned as she turned sideways and scooted away from him. “Some I shall speak on, but others are best shown.” She disappeared into the darkness.

“Last time someone wanted to show me something, I wasn’t a fan of what I saw,” he muttered as he followed the Fae princess. He couldn’t help but notice that she left the lingering scent of springtime in the air behind her.

Home.

Mike and Lady Charlotte were gone less than half an hour before Sofia decided she was officially restless. She was in the middle of changing into a pair of pants when Cecilia drifted into the room by walking through the wall.

“What are you doing?” asked Cecilia.

Sofia looked at the banshee and smirked to herself, the memory of the spirit’s contributions in the tub on her mind. “I’m going out,” she said. “I’m tired of being cooped up with