Book Two: Chapter 9

“It’s been-” Abella spun in place, her powerful tail smashing through the wardrobe that rushed at her and turning it into a pile of splintered planks. Tink had jumped back into Mike’s arms in surprise, and he held her tightly. “...enchanted.”

“How can you tell? I mean, other than the obvious.” Mike, suddenly aware that he was squeezing Tink’s breast, set her down.

“I’m a creature made of stone. I can smell the magic on this. Look.” She picked up one of the boards and it wiggled in her grasp. “Wood doesn’t bend this way unless it’s under a spell.”

“Well who would cast a spell like that?” Mike asked. Abella opened her mouth to respond, but they all heard the low whistle of air across the room. Where the wardrobe had been standing was a large hole in the wall. Mike groaned.

“I should have known.” He walked back into the hall and opened up Tink’s toolbox. He brought back flashlights and handed them out. “I’m hoping this doesn’t go to another Labyrinth.”

“No