Page 63 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“How did my father find you?” I whispered back to him.

“That’s something that you will have to ask him, Princess.”

“How did you get to Oz?” I blurted out.

There was more silence.

Had I angered him?

“Scarecrow?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” he responded.

“Is it something that I shouldn’t know?”

“I would tell you anything you wanted to know about me, Indy. But some secrets aren't mine to share.”

CHAPTER 23

Iwas awakened to afate worse than death—Glinda.

My baby sister’s perky voice was bordering on screeching as she bellowed, “You had to go and spell him! Of all the dim-witted, idiotic things that you could do, Indy!”

“Linny?” I groggily responded, pushing up on one elbow from my dungeon cot. “Whatever are you doing here?”

She rolled her expressive blue eyes in exasperation, “Saving your ass if you must know. I was in the middle of a massage from Hans, I will have you know. I had to run out having enjoyed only fifteen minutes of his miracle hands!”

Clearly, I was in the middle of a nightmare.

“Do you know how difficult it is to get an appointment with Hans? I won’t see him again for another three weeks! Indy, I could be completely crippled by then!”

“Indy,” Scarecrow barked, “Shut her the hell up!”

Glinda looked like she had been struck, but she did stop talking, so I supposed that I owed Scarecrow for his less than gentlemanly behavior. Her lower lip began to tremble.

Fuck.

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