Max held his hand out, his face tensing in concentration. The miniature float began to tremble, then lifted and hovered in the air. It bobbed slowly but steadily through the city, along Riakes Avenue, around the corner onto Park Way, before clunking down beside him.
Even Zoe and Bernard didn’t believe that I was living with a SUPER-DANGEROUS predator.
‘Aren’t you…’ Zoe lowered her voice, ‘scared of snakes?’
‘Zoe! You know we don’t use the S word for Sam!’ Bernard whispered.
A playhouse for little Wishlings! Nothing to be scared of at all. But still, Piper needed to get out. She folded up her star and placed it in the backpack’s front pocket just as the door opened and light streamed into the room.
“I’d rather eat my own eyeballs,” she said moodily, not even looking to see who asked. Why was she going to her table, anyway? The reception wasn’t mandatory. Neither was the wedding. She’d just gone to be polite. And the time for that was done.
All eyes were on her, but she found herself only looking for one person’s reaction: Griffin’s. As soon as they locked eyes, the strangest thing happened. Suddenly, she felt calm. Things were going to be okay.
The Titan prances when it sees Rags approaching. In anticipation of riding, I wore jeans and my favorite lime-green sneakers, and I’m hoping my preparation isn’t for nothing. Rags opens the Titan’s engine flap, glances inside at the parts within, and closes it. Then he pats the Titan on the neck and scowls at me. “Today, you ride.”