Chapter Nineteen
Octavius expelled a huge sigh of relief. He climbed to his feet and brushed the gravel from his breeches.
Dex walked to the bench and sat at one end. Octavius sat next to him, so close that their shoulders touched, leaving as much space for Miss Toogood as he possibly could.
After a moment, she followed them and perched at the opposite end of the bench. Three feet separated them.
Octavius kneaded his hands together nervously, realized he was doing it, and made himself stop. “What would you like to know?”
Miss Toogood eyed him, and then said, “How is it that you have a Faerie godmother? How are Faeries even real?”
“Truthfully? We don’t know.”
Miss Toogood frowned at this answer.
“But I’ll tell you what we do know,” Octavius said hastily. “We don’t know how or why we
