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Oberon and Pandora excuse themselves to come up with three daunting tasks. Meanwhile, the faeries gathered around flit and flicker through the hall, sometimes eating, sometimes gazing at us with confused expressions.
“This party has never ended before,” Shauna explains. “Nobody knows what to do.”
I sigh and pat Tot, who is out cold on my lap. I think he might have eaten some fairie cake. I don’t know for sure what it will do to him, but Shauna assured me he’s probably just having good dreams about pretty girl dogs who aren't too high off the ground for him.
I flick at one of Tot’s ears, ignoring Griff’s eyes on me. He’s worried, and I can tell that the rest of my team is, too. I made a deal with Oberon without consulting with any of them, and Shauna was supposed to be in charge.
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