“Or”—Jen said, drawing the word out— “we could ask our friendly high fae friends to get us food and water.”
“Winner, winner, chicken dinner.” Heather held up her hand. “Oh, come on, don’t leave me hanging. Someone give me a damn high five.”
Jacque couldn’t help but laugh at the blind healer. She was a breath of fresh air. People like Heather who helped others continue to see the light in dark places.
Anna walked over and slapped Heather’s hand. “There ya go. Don’t say I never gave you anything.”
“Thatta girl, Gypsy, way to have your wheeler’s back.” Heather grinned.
“New road name!” Jen hollered as she collapsed to the ground. “I knew you guys would be all over it.”
Jacque eased to the ground, her shaky legs no longer able to hold herself up. “I’m shocked you don’t already have a not
