“I DIDN’T SEND THEM,” Lenny’s wife countered. “Kale wanted a quest to prove himself and I gave him one. I charmed a dagger to guide him—Lenny brought it over with the scones this morning—but the child went of his own volition.”
None of this made sense. The Guardian was, well, she was our Guardian. She wasn’t an evil supervillain.
The only obvious villain here stood in front of me. “Nice hair-splitting,” I told the fae. “But it changes nothing. We run you through, you return to Faery, and Natalie’s children...”
“...Wander alone in the Between until they starve?” The fae’s eyebrows—or the penciled-on replacements for them—rose. “As I said, the children will be fine as long as I’m here to guide them. Right now, they’re walking between your earth and Faery. Time is different there. They won
