Page 145 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
Holy shit. That was one of the rarest faeries in the world. It was worth millions of dollars to the right buyer because people always wanted them for their magical jewel.
I heard footsteps walking down the stairs and wasn’t surprised when Miles came into the kitchen with his phone held to his ear. He put it on speaker as soon as he saw me and said, “Someone stole the carbuncle from The Ringshire Faerie Sanctuary. Higgins called me.”
Of fucking course he did.
I nodded and held up my phone. “I just read part of the article.”
From the phone, Higgins said,“We have evidence pointing to the same trafficking circle as Whispering Pines Faerie Sanctuary, and no one can find Paul Ferguson, that first guy you helped me with, Miles. We finally have the evidence to arrest the bastard, and he’s gone…”
Miles winced. “Along with the carbuncle. God, what is he doing to the poor thing?” He looked at me. “Win, we have to help Higgins find it.”
I kept my sigh to myself. I should’ve known as soon as I saw the missing creature that Miles would want to help. “Alright, baby, we can help.”
He sent me a sad sort of smile. “What do you need from me, Higs?”
Higgins sighed.“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll let you know. I’ll call you when I know more, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Higs.”
“No problem. Talk soon.”He hung up, and Miles stared at me.
After a few seconds, he sighed and walked to the pantry. “This news deserves something sweet, don’t you think?” He pulled out a bag of big marshmallows, frowning at it before turning that frown my way. “You know where the chip clips are, right?”
My brow furrowed, and I pointed to the fridge where several were magnetized. “Uh, yeah, obviously.”
“Then why do you never use them on the marshmallows? I’ve lost count of how many bags I’ve had to throw away.”
“What? I didn’t eat any marshmallows.”
Now he looked confused too. “Really? What about last week? I found the bag open on… Wednesday, I think.”
I shook my head with a frown. “Sugar butt, I can’t even remember the last time I ate a marshmallow. It definitely wasn’t me.”
He stared down at the bag in his hand. “Then who the hell…” He trailed off, his eyes widening as he slowly backed away from the pantry, whispering, “Do you hear that?”
I listened carefully. For a few seconds, there was nothing. And then… rustling.
“What is that, Win?” My boyfriend sounded so freaked out, so I pushed him behind me, pulled out my phone, and turned on the flashlight, stepping closer to the pantry.
The rustling got louder.
Then a tiny head popped out.
Miles screamed bloody murder.
The kids came running, freaking out, even though they had no idea what was happening.
Miles was practically in tears.
Sola started flying in circles, clearly irritated.
Odin meow-cried from Chaos’s arms.
Confetti watched us all with sleepy eyes.
The hatchling yowled from the sling on Aeson’s chest.
Goliath barked and scratched at the door, wanting to get in and see what all the commotion was.
