“How’d you get dry ice?”
Cal wiggled the fingers of one hand and smiled at Flori. He could have been suggesting theft or magic.
She kissed him. “Nice touch.”
Flori turned to the tables. She made sure she could see all of them from the stage, no matter where she stood. She flexed her fingers and all the chairs scooted out. She closed her fists and they returned to their places.
“Don’t test it again,” Cal advised. “They’re coming.”
“All right.” Flori moved both dry ice containers under the central table, forcing them well to the middle, lids and all.… Read the rest
“Shh. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” Flori wasn’t much better off, but at least her transformation from human to gryphon and back again had gone smoothly. She wasn’t shaking violently, and her body didn’t have a sheen of sweat.
She hooked a basket she’d found in one corner of the attic and stepped out onto the stairs. At the last second, she turned around and plucked a phial out of Cal’s jacket. “No lartë.”
His mewl of protest bespoke the depth of his addiction.… Read the rest