Chapter 8 of The Fairy Tale Twist (Draft 2)

All of us stare at Ferguson.
“Um… is he okay?” I look to Faith and expect her to be as shocked as I am. But her face is pink behind her freckles. She’s smiling! A laugh jumps from her, loud and abrupt. The other girl join her. Did I miss something?
Mercy lifts one of Prince Ferguson’s hands and lets it drop back onto the satiny couch. The prince snorts once and rolls to his side, his jaw slack and his breathing deep.
“Is he sleeping?”
My question only makes the princesses laugh harder. Then I not...