Page 22 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“No,” Marcel states, equally shocked.

The insect is back, circling Steve now. He swats at the air slightly. “What the heck is flying around here? A mosquito?”

“Isn’t it too cold for them?” Elodie muses. “Besides, it looks bigger than a mosquito.”

“A dragonfly, maybe?” Elise mutters. “Judging by its size…”

“Or a bumblebee?” Marcel offers.

“Again…too cold for a dragonfly or bumblebee—”

“Excuse me!” A chirpy voice can be heard. “Who are you calling a bumblebee, Mister? Do I look fat to you?”

The fake dragonfly buzzes in front of us. Now that we can all see it, it’s easier to track it with our eyes. Elise is right; it’s the size of a rather big dragonfly.

Anthony’s mouth drops open. “Please tell me I’m not hearing voices.”

“No, I heard it too,” Henry mutters. Both of them are so engrossed in what’s going on that they’ve temporarily dropped their hostile facade.

Steve opens the palm of his hand, allowing the fake dragonfly to land there.

“Hello!” The small sparkling being waves at us and flutters around in Steve’s hand before sitting down, dangling her feet. Steve lifts his hand slightly so we are all at eye level with the little being. She is tiny, quite literally. She does look a little like a dragonfly, but her body looks like a human’s. “I’m Trixie!”

“Trixie…” I stare at her, eyes wide. She looks like a freaking fairy…not that I’ve ever seen one before, but this is how I would imagine one to look. Her wings sparkle in the sun, and she is clad in a tiny blue dress with tiny little blossoms attached to her hair.

“You must be Finn.” She beams at me. “I was told you look a bit like a tough guy with your piercings and so on.” She giggles.

“And you are here because?” I ask curiously.

“Oh, I’ve been here all along, sleeping. I just woke up.” She jumps up, walking across Steve’s large palm in my direction. “A friend of mine asked me to accompany you guys. She said you might need my wisdom and guidance.” The little fairy thingy giggles.

“And who’s your friend?” Elodie asks, completely mesmerized.

“Oh, that’s Flora!”

My mom? I groan inwardly. Why am I not surprised?

Elodie and Elise exchange surprised glances. “Your mother, Luna Flora, has contacts with the fairy world?”

“Yeah. So, it seems,” I mutter. Truth be told, none of us knows who or what my mother can communicate with. Dad knows most, if not all the details, but the rest of us only know some smaller portion of it. Sometimes, she sees things we can’t, but that’s all I know.

“And you are coming along now?” Henry asks in disbelief.

Trixie spreads her little wings again, fluttering upwards towards Henry and stopping just in front of his nose, causing him to go momentarily cross-eyed. “Of course I am!”

“Okay, I know this was unexpected,” Anthony mutters. “But I really don’t know what to say.”

“Same here,” Elodie agrees.

“Yep,” Steve nods. “I have no words.”

“I’ll be a great help,” Trixie promises, flying away from Henry again and settling on Steve’s shoulder. “What are we waiting for? Let’s get going!”

“I guess there is nothing more to say,” I confirm. I need to tell my mother not to surprise me out of the blue like this. Next time she decides to send a fairy after my ass, I hope she tells me beforehand. “Anyone sent by my mother is here for a reason,” I say. “Also, now that I think about it, Trixie is very small; she can definitely be of help.”

“Hey.” She pouts. “I’m on the taller side for a fairy.”

“My apologies,” I say dryly. “It was meant as more of a comparison to us that you are… small.”

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