Tam let go of Jennet’s hand and flexed his fingers. His muscles coiled with tension. That had been too close—losing Zeg was unthinkable.
THe shot a glance at his friend, who projected his usual calm solidity despite nearly falling to his death. Good thing Lassiter had held on, though it must have hurt like hell. Tam caught the other boy’s eye and nodded his thanks.
“Do you hear that?” Spark asked. Her pointed fox ears twitched.
“What?” Jennet asked.
“Sounds like a kid singing.”
Tam strained his ears, trying to pick out what Spark was hearing from the mixed sounds carried on the wind.
“So?” Lassiter rubbed at his left shoulder. “The faeries sound like all kinds of things.”
“A kid singing Crush It? I don’t think so. Unless the faeries listen to top 10 radio in here.”
Crush It“My litt
