Questions.
The girls had a hundred of them.
Penny and Zoe sat across from each other on the ground next to the dead fire pit, a reluctant Ronan resting on his haunches between them.
He turned his face from one to the other, then back again, and they fired questions without pause, determined to get them all out.
“This feels like an ambush,” he’d said, and he had been right.
“How long have you been here?” Penny asked.
“How long have The Phoenix Girls been here?” Zoe fired her question a second later, before Ronan had a chance to even consider Penny’s.
“Why doesn’t everyone know about this place?” Penny asked, crossing her arms and leaning closer to Ronan with an inquisitorial eyebrow arched.
For the past few days, Penny and Zoe had spent every possible minute at Aurora Hollow, and wh
