I turned to the boys. “Can you guys talk to our hosts about the quickest route through the Passage Perelous? Now that Alex has been blessed by the Boar’s Mouth, our competition for Excalibur just got kicked up a notch. We need to get to Avalon ASAP.”
“What are you going to do?” Blue asked.
My lips tightened with displeasure. “I’m going to have a conversation with my least favorite Fairy Godmother. Assuming she’s not still blocking my calls.”
“Crisanta, the answer is no.”
I stood on the outer wall of Gwenivere’s castle. The sun was bright but hazy as it shone through the Poppy mist. Countless fireflies continued to flicker through it. Ormé had explained that they were drawn to Poppies—called to the flowers like bees to a hive. As such, they’d disregarded the memo about morning and their
