Queen of the Fae: Book Two in the Fae Unbound Series (Fae Unbound Teen Young Adult Fantasy Series) by Jill Nojack Page A
Authors: Jill Nojack
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find plenty of chocolate...I merely added a few things that increase the health factor."
"If you added sprouts, just tell me now, so I can prepare myself for the shock."
Thomas answered in his normal, measured tone, "No sprouts, mate."
James took a big bite of his brownie and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Can't quite place that little extra taste. I'll have to have some more," he said as he took another bite. "Yeah, I may just have to eat all of it."
James finished the brownie quickly and grabbed another.
"Not going to be whinging on about them not being up to snuff, then?" asked Thomas.
James shook his head, his mouth too full of brownie to answer, and returned to his book.
"Brilliant," said Thomas, as he stood up and walked nonchalantly behind James and calmly leaned down to whisper in his ear.
Thomas caught James as he slid into unconsciousness and slumped forward, his head sinking toward the hard, wood coffee table. He pulled James's body back to lay limply against the chair with his head lolling off to the side. Thomas carefully dragged the chair over to the window and turned it so that James was facing outward to the street.
He opened the window and took a spray bottle from his pocket, soaking the front of James's shirt with its contents before he spritzed some of it onto the window sill. The odorant fulfilled its purpose. Although it was nearing midnight, Thomas could see the wisps that clustered near the building begin to gather just beyond the sill in the light from the open window.
Thomas walked behind James, placed his hands on the sides of his unconscious mentor's head, and began to chant.
Lizbet's mom called out from the kitchen as Lizbet came through the door, "How was Bobby? Is he behaving for his father?"
"I don't know, Mom. I didn't really get to see him," Lizbet replied, walking into the kitchen and setting her backpack on the kitchen table.
"No? I thought you were riding over to your dad's after school."
"I did..." Lizbet was quiet for a moment, then she said, "...but dad said I'm not allowed around Bobby anymore."
Her mother spun around quickly and looked at her daughter questioningly, "What? What do you mean he said you can't be around him?"
"Just like I said. I kind of learned how to use my wings today...and Dad says I can't be around Bobby until I stop using magic. And I don't know how to do that, because I'd lose these wings in a heartbeat if I could."
Lizbet yielded to her mother's hug, "I know you would, sweetheart. I know how much you wish things could go back to normal for you. And I'm so sorry that your father said that. He and I have always disagreed on a lot of things, but we've seldom disagreed about what's best for you kids. So there's a first time for everything. He's not going to keep you from seeing Bobby. He can't. Bobby lives with us, not with him."
"I don't want you guys to get in a fight about this. I mean, you've been getting along so well lately, and you already have enough stress..."
"Honey, I don't care if you have wings or horns or two heads. Your father isn't going to keep you from seeing your brother. The world has changed, and he's going to have to adapt to that, at least where his children are concerned. I also am not going to let him fill Bobby's head with any anti-fae nonsense. He and I are going to need to have a conversation about all of this when I pick Bobby up tomorrow evening. Until then...just remember that your father has been known to say some stupid things, but he loves you. That I know for sure. He'll come around."
Lizbet walked to the kitchen and rummaged for something to eat, deciding on an apple and hot chocolate. After she pulled the steaming hot water out of the microwave and dumped the packet of chocolate and one extra teaspoon of sugar into it, she sat down at the kitchen table.
"The thing is, I was feeling really rested today, and I didn't have a headache at all. I was feeling good for the first time in a long time and then,
"If you added sprouts, just tell me now, so I can prepare myself for the shock."
Thomas answered in his normal, measured tone, "No sprouts, mate."
James took a big bite of his brownie and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Can't quite place that little extra taste. I'll have to have some more," he said as he took another bite. "Yeah, I may just have to eat all of it."
James finished the brownie quickly and grabbed another.
"Not going to be whinging on about them not being up to snuff, then?" asked Thomas.
James shook his head, his mouth too full of brownie to answer, and returned to his book.
"Brilliant," said Thomas, as he stood up and walked nonchalantly behind James and calmly leaned down to whisper in his ear.
Thomas caught James as he slid into unconsciousness and slumped forward, his head sinking toward the hard, wood coffee table. He pulled James's body back to lay limply against the chair with his head lolling off to the side. Thomas carefully dragged the chair over to the window and turned it so that James was facing outward to the street.
He opened the window and took a spray bottle from his pocket, soaking the front of James's shirt with its contents before he spritzed some of it onto the window sill. The odorant fulfilled its purpose. Although it was nearing midnight, Thomas could see the wisps that clustered near the building begin to gather just beyond the sill in the light from the open window.
Thomas walked behind James, placed his hands on the sides of his unconscious mentor's head, and began to chant.
Lizbet's mom called out from the kitchen as Lizbet came through the door, "How was Bobby? Is he behaving for his father?"
"I don't know, Mom. I didn't really get to see him," Lizbet replied, walking into the kitchen and setting her backpack on the kitchen table.
"No? I thought you were riding over to your dad's after school."
"I did..." Lizbet was quiet for a moment, then she said, "...but dad said I'm not allowed around Bobby anymore."
Her mother spun around quickly and looked at her daughter questioningly, "What? What do you mean he said you can't be around him?"
"Just like I said. I kind of learned how to use my wings today...and Dad says I can't be around Bobby until I stop using magic. And I don't know how to do that, because I'd lose these wings in a heartbeat if I could."
Lizbet yielded to her mother's hug, "I know you would, sweetheart. I know how much you wish things could go back to normal for you. And I'm so sorry that your father said that. He and I have always disagreed on a lot of things, but we've seldom disagreed about what's best for you kids. So there's a first time for everything. He's not going to keep you from seeing Bobby. He can't. Bobby lives with us, not with him."
"I don't want you guys to get in a fight about this. I mean, you've been getting along so well lately, and you already have enough stress..."
"Honey, I don't care if you have wings or horns or two heads. Your father isn't going to keep you from seeing your brother. The world has changed, and he's going to have to adapt to that, at least where his children are concerned. I also am not going to let him fill Bobby's head with any anti-fae nonsense. He and I are going to need to have a conversation about all of this when I pick Bobby up tomorrow evening. Until then...just remember that your father has been known to say some stupid things, but he loves you. That I know for sure. He'll come around."
Lizbet walked to the kitchen and rummaged for something to eat, deciding on an apple and hot chocolate. After she pulled the steaming hot water out of the microwave and dumped the packet of chocolate and one extra teaspoon of sugar into it, she sat down at the kitchen table.
"The thing is, I was feeling really rested today, and I didn't have a headache at all. I was feeling good for the first time in a long time and then,