Chapter SevenI don’t pick up.
Instead, I put the phone on top of the shoe rack and head out the door, all the while wondering whether my powers will still give me panic attacks if Baba Yaga calls when the phone is far away from me.
Planning my conversation with Felix in my head, I make my way to our meeting spot. It’s near a scenic grill-oriented restaurant that Ariel always drags us to.
Felix isn’t there yet, so I grab a seat on the bench and do my best to calm down.
“You’re alone?” Felix says a few minutes later—startling the bejesus out of me. Seeing my hand on my chest, he lifts his unibrow. “Jumpy much?”
“You can’t just creep up on people like that,” I tell him as he sits next to me on the bench. “And yes, it’s you and me. Ariel wasn’t home.”
“Hmm.” Felix takes off his backpack
