“Well, I guess you’re on your own.” Minerva shrugged and stalked away from me. She had her cell phone to her ear before she crossed the street again, and I wondered who she was talking to. Micah? Agnes?
What had been the point of her following me, other than to annoy me? Perhaps she was evaluating the level of threat I posed since she apparently led her mother’s security force. Noted—the gargoyles firmly believed in nepotism. All right, I couldn’t fault them for that considering I’d left my father and brother along with a flirty dark Fae to watch over Faerie in my absence.
The click of a lock drew my attention back to the sweet shop. A friendly face with red hair and freckles peered from the gloom inside.
“Is she gone?” Her voice, the first soft and comforting one I’d heard in The Aerie
