Vivi should have prepared her better, should have made sure she always wore a charm—or better yet, two. She should never have let Heather wander off alone.
I fear that, in some measure, this is my fault. Linn and I hid from Vivi the worst of what it was to be human in Faerie. I think Vivi believed that because her sisters were fine, Heather would be, too. But we were never fine.
“It’s going to be okay,” Vivi is saying, rubbing Heather’s back in soothing circles. “You’re okay. Just a little weirdness. Later, you’re going to think it was funny.”
“She’s not going to think it was funny,” I say, and Vivi flashes me an angry look.
The sobbing continues. Finally, Vivi puts her finger under Heather’s chin, raising her face to look fully into it.
“You’re okay,” Vivi says again, and I can hear
