Zap!

I couldn’t believe my eyes! Fionna Flamingo was standing in my yard, looking absolutely lost and forlorn, like a little puppy who’d lost her littermates, and the rest of the mages were traipsing off into the woods with absolutely no regard for the little lady whatsoever. 

If Mage Jaye was suddenly under the impression that I was going to be going back to babysitting Fionna, she had another thing coming. 

I was just about to shout out to one of the mages that they lost their Flamingo when I realized Starla was shooting across our shared yard in my direction, a bewildered and angry look on her face. “Harlow!” she shouted, gaining my attention. “What the hell is all of this?”

She was on the porch by the time I had formulated an answer. “What do you mean?” I aske