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Hundreds of pixies hover by my kitchen ceiling. A sense of menace pours off them in waves. Other things do as well. Their hummingbird-style wings drive a gentle breeze through the kitchen. Too bad it smells of bubblegum and dumpster juice. The scent makes my inner wolf go nuts.
“Bite bite bite!” She cries in my soul. “Me want bite!”
For the record, it’s never a good sign when my inner wolf starts talking like Cookie Monster.
I stand beside the Colonel now. “Do you still need power?”
“A little boost would be welcome.” The Colonel gets super polite at the oddest times. “That still fine with you?”
Instead of replying, I grasp his right palm. The moment our hands touch, the fairy energy inside my soul goes berserk. In my mind, I picture the quicksilver strands as they spin and flow abo
