Book Five: Chapter 180

“Fuck you, too!” She flipped off the centaurs, then grabbed back on to the mace as it climbed back into the mountains and toward the tower. Sofia stood on the outer walls, waving frantically at Eulalie.

“I need you to drop me off,” she told the mace. “Nicely.”

The mace slowed and then stopped above the garden. It moved down at elevator speed until her legs were back on the ground, then fell to the ground with a clunk. Sofia came running up, followed by a bunch of very upset rats.

“Are you okay?” the cyclops asked.

“Just went for a joyride is all.” Eulalie picked up the mace and held it out. “I asked it to return me, and it did.”

“Maybe we should lock it back up,” Sofia suggested.

The mace tried to fly away, but Eulalie gripped the cobblestones beneath her with all eight of her legs.

“Nobody is locking it away,” she hollered, then tugged the mace down to eye level. “Nobody is locking you away,” she repeated, then patted the head of the mace a