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“Oh, shit.”

“Yes, yes, that one.”

We were on a long stretch of road bordered by brush and fields beyond on either side.

“Elijah, we need to stop. Toilet break.”

“We’re almost there,” he said. “Another fifteen to twenty minutes.”

I looked down at Wren, who shook his head, looking miserable.

“Yeah, that’s too long. We need to stop.”

“We’re not stopping till we get there,” Bramble said.

“Then you’ll have to make the rest of the journey with a dump in your backseat cos my buddy here needs to go. Bad.”

Wren groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Oh, the shame…”

He was constantly surprising me with his human qualities. I really needed to look up mogwai when I got a minute.

Elijah pulled up to the side of the road pretty quickly. I guess he didn’t trust my furry friend’s ability to hold it as much as he did mine.

I hopped out of the car with Wren in my arms.

Bramble was beside me in an instant, blades at the ready. “Be quick,” she said to Wren.

“Oh, the pressure,” Wren muttered.

I carried him over to the brush, and he hopped down and vanished into the foliage which stretched for some distance between the road and the mist-covered fields beyond.

God, it was spooky. “Don’t go too far.”

“Wren need privacy,” he called back.

“What is that thing?” Bramble asked.

“A type of fae. They call them mogwai.”

She tensed. “A fae? Where did you find him?”

“In the fae realm. Poor thing was locked in a cage.”

“You freed him.” There was something in her tone, a softness that had been absent up until now.

I glanced across at her, taking my eyes off the brush for a second. She was staring at me with a strange expression on her face, as if seeing me for the first time.

“You okay?”

She looked away. “I’m fine,” she said gruffly. “Hurry your pet up.”

Annoyance stabbed at my chest. “He’s not my pet. He’s my friend.”

She gave me that weird look again, but I turned away, searching the brush for movement. There was nothing but the ripple of a breeze over the leaves.

Panic squeezed my lungs. “Wren, you okay?”

Nothing.