Phoebe barely seemed phased by the magic she had released, but Jessica crouched down and sat on the grass. “Are you okay?” Phoebe went to her side.
“Yes, I’m fine. I need to rest a bit. I’m not young like you. Using that much magic took a lot out of me.” Jessica wiped her brow, and Charley stood by her.
“I’d feel a lot better if I had a rifle in my hands.” He stood in front of Jessica to protect her from any attack.
“That wouldn’t do much good. I don’t think guns will harm him.”
The third Ignatius landed on the grass a few feet from us. He had crossed his arms and looked ready to spring forward, but I doubted any physical attack Jeremiah might attempt would harm a faerie.
“Myself, it’s good to see you after so much time.” The third Ignatius wore all white clothing like his other two s
