Book Four: Chapter 208

“But we aren’t.”

The voice was Lily’s, low and dripping with a predatory sweetness that made the hair on the back of Mike’s neck stand up. She spoke from just over his shoulder, her breath hot and smelling faintly of sulfur and spice. She leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto the struggling form of the faerie queen. “You wanted to see the full extent of his magic, didn’t you, your majesty? You wanted to know what the Caretaker was truly capable of when he wasn't holding back.”

“And that includes us. We are his magic, in a way,” Naia added. Her voice was like the chime of underwater bells, melodic and haunting. She didn’t walk so much as flow, appearing suddenly behind the queen like a rising tide. Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached around Titania’s slender waist, her blue-tinted fingers digging into the queen’s pale, shimmering thighs. With a surge of supernatural strength, the nymph s