“Hi, Gladiola. I’m Temper and this is Callie,” she says, introducing us. Gladiola’s eyes dart to me. “I’m not supposed to talk with you.” “Why not?” Temper asks. “We’re all humans here.” I stare warily at my friend, trying to figure out what she’s playing at. Gladiola lets out a shaky breath. “The fairies are uncomfortable that a human woman is going to become the next Night Queen. They’re afraid you’ll put ideas in our heads.” “About equality?” Temper says. “What a terrible thing indeed,” she says sarcastically.
