Chapter Eleven
Summer had no idea what to do. Looking into the Fae’s eyes she could see nothing sane. She wanted to run. Wanted to pull away from the bony grip and run. But Oliver was waiting for her in a cage, trapped in the form of a cat. “What is her name?”
“You’ve taken so many you don’t know her name?”
“Tell it to me.” The crystal continued to hum, but she didn’t dare look and see how much magic it had taken from the Fae.
“My little Nightingale. Gale has a voice to rival her namesake.”
Summer continued to stare into the Fae’s eyes. The wildness in them seemed to be fading. Was it the memories of the human child that was helping? “You shouldn’t keep humans as pets.”
“You would say that? You? How many do you have? A dozen? More?”
“I’m not who you think I am.” She kept the crystal
