Chapter Thirty-FourThe sound of buzzing wings woke me up.
“Go away, Frizz,” I mumbled, shifting to the other side. The buzzing grew stronger, more insistent, followed by a whining pitch. I opened my eyes and sat up. Frizz would have gone away, not persisted. Awake and alert, I remembered I was in the enemy camp.
Bennty, the pixie, hovered near my head, expression anxious. She flew to the foot of the bed and returned, then hopped to the edge of the bed, motioning to the long dress draped at the edge, made of some undeterminable material.
“You want me to change into that?” I asked.
Bennty's head bobbed up and down.
“Why?”
She replied in a garbled, high-pitched voice and flew to the dress and back again, floating a few inches away, arms crossed, tiny foot tapping air.
“Alright. Let me
