11
As the party wound down and the sugar high turned to a crash, the crowd at the Razzy Tazzy became more subdued. Thad rubbed his temples as a dull throb began just behind his eyes.
Steve handed him two pills and Thad raised a brow.
“Aspirin. Trust me, take it now before the pain really sets in.”
Thad downed the pills with some water. “Thanks. What’s next on the agenda? Chasing them through the fire swamp?”
Steve nodded toward the prize counters, where dozens of kids were waving long streams of tickets. “Prize time.”
Lyra held back from the crowd, her small stack of tickets in her hands. Thad held out his hand to her.
“Want to get a prize?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded, placing her tiny hand in his. Every protective instinct in him was still on high alert from what had happened
