I AM ALMIGHTY
I AM INCREDIBLE
I AM IZBA
I AM ugh oh still NoT FEELing Very WELL
Q. actually smiled. “Hello, old friend.”
Seymour couldn’t believe how happy he was to see a familiar face.
Well, familiar writing anyway.
SHILOH?
SHILOH SHILOH SHILOH ShiLoooh
“He is safe,” Q. replied, giving Seymour a small glance. “He and the angel are resting. Please trust that we are taking excellent care of them both.”
YES
YoU haD BETTER bEeeeEE
Lou frowned. “What is wrong with him? Why is he talking like that?”
“It would seem that merging with the physical matter in Faerie created some unique side effects.” Q. chuckled and gave the table a gentle pat. “It is good you did not stay there too long, old friend, or you might not have been able to separate yourself.”
YES
WE MuST KEEP THEM SEPARATED
DUN DUNN DUNNN DUNN DUN oof OW hURTS to LAUGH
I AM GOING TO FIND SHILOH
GoodBYEEEE
The table rattled, and the words vanished.
“Now.” Q. folded his fingers together. “Shall we discuss these new revelations?”
Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes. “That the meat bag is excessively rude and annoying?”
“That themostri ribellihave been hiding in the Crossroads to elude detection,” Q. replied, his friendly demeanor quickly morphing into steel. “A possibility I once proposed and was told was impossible.”
“That is not our fault,” Absolis said coldly.
“Not our fault at all,” added Vilanos with equal ice. “Faerie has been looking for them.”
“Every fae, sprite, pixie!”
“Our wards, our princes, everyone.”
“Everyone.”
“And yet no one thought to check the Crossroads?” Q. demanded, his voice filling the room and echoing with unnatural reverberations.
Absolis and Vilanos flinched, and their eyes turned black. There was no other sign of their impending transformation, though Seymour saw them reach for each other’s hands under the table.
