I stepped through the portal to the standing stones where I'd defeated my mother the week before. They sparkled with a thin layer of dew that turned to steam as I watched. I suspected they still held some residual energy from the battle. A question from the largest of them vibrated through the air. It's not like I heard it. Rather, I felt it, one of the perks of being a Fae queen, I supposed.
"I don't know," I answered. "As far as I'm aware, he's still unconscious and at the Institute."
Sir Raleigh popped into the clearing beside me and twined around my ankles. He'd continued to speak to me occasionally, and this time he had good news.
"Oh, I stand corrected. He's awake but weak. I'm going to see him now."
I pulled my motorcycle out of the nearby cave. The dwarves had done a beautiful
