“How can we get them all?” Prily finally spoke up, collapsing onto the sofa.
Timothee, who had been standing by the window staring out, cleared his throat, as if he knew exactly what to do. “Contact Healer Cruz or Fae Aurora. See if they’ve finished their investigation yet.”
Without hesitation, I reached for my phone to call Fae Aurora, whom we had left at the Silver Armor Pack with Healer Cruz, to investigate Caitlin’s accomplices.
“Mom?” I breathed into the phone, my voice laced with a hint of despair. “Any news on the investigation?”
Fae Aurora’s voice, a beacon of unwavering hope, reached me from the other end of the line.
“I’m scouring through ancient texts, dear,” she explained, her footsteps echoing faintly against the backdrop of a grand library. “Aria and I have unearthed so
