Nick’s words taunted her, dancing around like an old-fashioned monkey toy with the cymbals in its hands clapping together. One of those toys sat in the window of Mr. Clockworth’s General Store up the road and was rumored to be possessed. Somehow her thoughts felt the same, like a demon was running through her head.
A million questions buzzed her brain, and she wondered if she was well and truly insane for considering the words he said to her were truth. Nick Santos was the incoming Santa Claus and the king of fairies in the Northern Realm, wherever this was.
“Um, Nick, where is the Northern Realm?” She considered this was by far the easiest of the questions floating through her scattered brain right now.
“Where do you think it is?” his voice was light and teasing.
“Near the North Pole?
