“Oh my god.” Bridget gave me just three rules for the trip. Number 1. Eat your weight in oysters. “You’re Bee,” Felix said. I was shaking my head, even though he was right. I was Bee. Number 2. Leave the city behind. I tore my sight from the toad, under which I knew was a set of keys. “You’re Wolf,” I murmured. “You’re Bridget’s . . .” The nausea hit me with such dizzying force, I couldn’t finish the sentence. I covered my mouth with an unsteady hand. And Number 3. Don’t fall in love with my brother. “Yeah,” Felix said. “Bridget’s my sister.”
