“It’s heavily guarded,” Callan says. “The Staff must be in there.”
And hopefully Jonah too. It definitely looks like a prison, with small windows and heavy defenses.
“Everyone stay close,” I tell them as we approach.
We slowly fly over the gate and hover above the building, looking for a good place to land. I spot a small empty alley and gesture for everyone to follow me. The feather practically quivers with excitement, so we know we’re close now.
We land next to some trash bins, and everyone takes a moment to collect themselves and look around for a way inside. Around the corner, two fae women stand on a small porch outside a closed door, one with rosy pink hair, and the other’s snow white. They seem to be arguing, and they’re both wearing plain green dresses with aprons, so I’m guess
