A CANDLE FLICKERED against the glass of Willy’s bedroom window and shadows moved as someone paced to and fro. Terry didn’t hesitate to bring her miniature brother into the home with the faeries she knew Grandmama hated. Grandmama wouldn’t deny help from them.
“I’m back!” Terry cried. She hurried through the halls into the bedroom where her grandparents stood beside the bed. Willy lay there, looking whiter than a ghost. He was even worse than when she left.
“I brought help,” Terry said.
The moment Grandmama spotted Oren and Astoun, her eyes widened in fear.
“Grandmama, don’t worry! They’re going to help us,” Terry explained before Grandmama could speak. “And look.” She held out her hand and her grandparents’ eyes widened in surprise.
“Kale?” Grandfather asked, stepping closer to have a
