“You are a trickster and not to be trusted.” She turned to Phoebe. “Come away from him.”
Phoebe wiped her eyes and stood close to Tenskwatawa. “He has not hurt me. Please, we need to trust him.”
“No, he has betwitched you with a spell. Focus and you can break free.” She tightened her hand on the knife’s handle.
“Auntie, there is no spell. Please, lower your knife.”
Tenskwatawa kept quiet. He put his arms down and waited.
Renée held back and asked, “Mab, why are you still in Tenskwatawa’s body? Let him go and return him.”
“I have nowhere else to go. If I leave this body, I will be lost.”
Renée edged forward, ignored Queen Mab’s words, and put out one hand to Phoebe. “Come to me and we will lock him up again so that we will all be safe.”
Phoebe shook her head and then they all heard
