CHAPTER 17
“You mean you’ll carry us?” I ask him, my mouth dropping open.
“Yes, Emily Renzi, though I doubt my elders will approve of this plan. Still, we don’t have much time, and I need to show you how to conceal yourself and Rupert Renzi first,” Attou replies.
“Then we’ll look like the blurs I saw when Cratt and Baro were keeping an eye on me?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“No. My method is much more…practiced than theirs. I spied on you too, but I know you never saw me,” he says, deeply amused.
My eyes narrow. “The disappearing bees,” I murmur. “That was you?”
He puffs his chest out proudly; a bizarre motion for his bat-like body. “You see, the elders have never had much use for true invisibility, so they’ve never thought about doing it. But I’m more curious than they are. I ta
