Chapter Eight
The Saturday sun rose with a vengeance and I wasn’t ready to face it. All night long I’d tossed and turned thinking about Grandma, the Council, and how on Earth I was supposed to talk to Lorelei Riddle without getting cursed by her in the process.
It seemed like I was never going to get caught up on my sleep.
Annoyed, I rolled out of bed and shuffled into the living room to find Flora sitting on the couch bright-eyed and sparkly winged. She held the Saturday edition of The Moon Grove Messenger in one hand and a steaming mug of coffee in the other.
“You’re up awfully early,” she said without looking at me. Her eyes darted across the page as she finished whatever she was reading.
“Not by choice,” I sighed. “Where’s Luna?”
“Still in my bed,” Flora said and set the paper do
