Exile: Sídhí Summer Camp #3 by Jodie B. Cooper Page A

would've guessed the girl was a
phoenix?
    “I can just imagine all the wolf shifters
running around with khatt tails or vise-versa for that matter,”
Sarah said, covering her slight pause as she absorbed the new turn
of events. She wondered if Mac knew Haven Valley had a secret, a
really big secret.
    She didn't think so. Mac, and his people, was
fanatically loyal to her, more so than the pureblood elves within
Trellick Valley that accepted her as Chi'Kehra.
    No, if Mac had known Haven Valley had a group
of phoenix, powerful winged fairy, in their midst, he would have
told her.
    The girl needed careful handling, very
careful indeed. Talk about a ticking time bomb. Thankfully, some
races didn't gain all of their Sídhí abilities (or power) during
puberty. Phoenix fell into that category.
    Brianna's background was certainly something
to look into, but not at the moment.
    “Very funny,” Brianna said, baring her human
teeth in a soundless snarl.
    “It seemed like a very real possibility. So,
while you’re in human form, can you follow a scent or not?” Sarah
asked again, maintaining the girl's guise of being a
shapeshifter.
    Brianna turned toward another sealed tube.
“What I can or can’t do isn’t in question. Since you’re the one who
caught Clarisse's scent, you find her.”
    Sarah gave the girl points for keeping her
temper.
    “Then let's finish and get out of here.”
Sarah glanced at the discarded blue furble branches wrapped in
mint. The teens had been creative when making weapons to use
against the mites. “I guess you and Beth came back just in
time.”
    “Yeah, you could say that,” Brianna said. Her
face twisted in a scowl of distaste.
    Sarah motioned to the silly looking weapons
the teens made. “All that mint came in handy.”
    “Yeah, mites don't like it. It burns them,”
Brianna said, a sharp glint appeared in her eyes. “You know Haven
Valley cultivates mite poison. We use it for crowd control. Even
diluted, it’s really nasty stuff. I mean, even if one of our elders
got shot by a low dosage of mite juice he couldn't have gotten out
of that tube without help, not like you did.”
    Sarah kept her face void of emotion, refusing
to show the slightest concern.
    “You’re a halfling with silver on your wrist.
You shouldn’t have the strength or the claws that you obviously
used to free yourself. So, how did you get out?” Brianna demanded.
Her legs spread, holding herself in a stance capable of attacking
without warning.

Chapter - Oversized Lizard!
    Hours
after setting a fire under the gnome, Clarabelle relaxed against
the soft, spongy bark of a giant furble tree. Some twenty feet away
was a cabin, a small sanctuary hidden from the sky (and the
occasional dragon) by a thick canopy of giant furble and pine
trees.
    Using the hidden, state-of-the-art cabin
tickled her funny bone, especially since the carefully crafted
cabin was a guardian safe house. What pleased her even more was the
guardians had built the little cabin on her recommendation that the
area was a restricted zone and away from prying eyes.
    She hummed to herself in pleasure. Guardian
Alexander would wet himself when he found out he assisted the
Khr'Vurr even indirectly.
    Movement within the cabin captured her
attention. A female vampire stomped past the narrow window of the
cabin. Her hip swinging form disappeared only to briefly reappear
in the next window as she paced in a circle. With each turn around
the room her short, red hair, matted from the yellowish fairy
water, glinted orange in the beams of the setting sun.
    Clarisse had been ranting for a solid hour.
For once, Clarabelle felt a twinge of sympathy for Harry. No one
deserved the girl’s shrill rants.
    Wasn’t it enough the trolls delivered her
without gnawing her up a little? No, of course not. The silly girl
screamed non-stop after seeing the jagged claw marks running down
her face. The marks would disappear soon enough. The girl was
overreacting.
    The young voice