Jennet tapped out the answer to another math equation on her tablet, then glanced at her messager for the hundredth time. It lay silent and dark on the corner of her desk. Were the boys and Marny all right? It was too easy to get into trouble in the Exe. She bit her lip, worry shredding her concentration.
JShe couldn’t do another math problem or she’d scream. Pushing away her homework, she grabbed the messager and stared at it. Could it be broken?
It dinged in her hand, and she jumped. Relief skidded through her when she saw the message from Roy.
:We’re at the palace. Come on over:
:We’re at the palace. Come on over:On top of the danger of the Exe had been the danger Roy wouldn’t believe them, even when confronted with the changeling. Thank goodness he’d shown a little sense. With Roy,
