Book Two: Chapter 68

With the dagger clipped safely on his left hip, he realized that he looked less like a computer nerd and more like a rogue or a warrior, ready to leap into battle. He brushed aside his hair, marveling at how thick it felt. Even stranger, it didn’t lie flat but curled up in places making it look like someone had styled it for him.

Naia whistled appreciatively. “Looking good, lover.”

“Thanks.” He turned around and smiled. “Guess we just need to wait for the others. I’ll run out and reset the dial.”

“I’ll be waiting.” She vanished with a splash.

He didn’t hurry, instead pausing at the bottom of the stairs to watch Tink attach a small garage to Jenny’s new dollhouse. He stopped to inspect her work and with a smile rustled her hair before going outside. Halfway to the dial, he saw a large brick arc through the air and splatter the latest iteration of Sebastien standing out on the street. He looked over his shoulder and gave the gargoyle a thumbs up and a grin, the