“You feather-brained son of a b***h—” Aileron began to shimmer, and a burst of sparkly light filled the room as the angry man turned into a sparkling, bouncing pixie with purple skin and wings the length of my forearm. Little squeaks and screeches poured out, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying.
I was pretty sure Halia was getting cussed out in pixie, though. It would have been almost funny if Aileron didn’t want to perpetuate the murder of innocent wolf babies.
The pounding of a wooden gavel I hadn’t noticed before snapped everyone into silence.
“That’s enough. Councilman Aileron, you’re excused from the remainder of today’s session.” Fortier waved a bored hand, and the pixie let out a few more furious squeaks before flying haphazardly out the back door of the chamber. “I apologize
