Sir Raleigh and I landed in my bedroom, but Kestrel was nowhere to be found.
“Reine, help!” Kestrel’s mental voice blasted into my head, and I winced.
“Kestrel? Where are you?”
“Caduceus' office. Hurry! The Fae guard are here for me. They think I'm a trickster.”
“Hades, I'd hoped to put off that conversation…” I knelt in front of Sir Raleigh. “Can you be your grimalkin self?”
He looked me straight in the eyes. “If you will it. You are the daughter of my summoner. You are the crown princess.”
“And I need to act like a princess and say no to both my mother and my grandmother, don’t I?” I placed my right index finger against the soft, short fur in the middle of his forehead. “Guardian, come back to me.”
I stepped back, and the air stirred as his larger form appeared. Then he blinked ou
