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Paige and Dewey spun to face the new arrival.
A glistening fairy, still dripping with water, hovered above the pool’s surface. She batted her bright-blue eyes at them, a smile forming on her rosy lips and spreading to her pink cheeks.
“Hello,” Paige said, her voice shaky.
The fairy cocked her head, her blue hair flowing as though she still floated in water. “What has brought you to the Pool of Yearning?”
“We’re trying to help a friend,” Paige explained. “He needs the water to cure his curse.”
“And did you take the water?” the woman asked.
Paige swallowed hard, glancing at Dewey. He shrugged and gave a slight bob of his head.
“Yes, we did take a small vial of it to help him,” Paige admitted.
“How kind of you,” she said.
Paige smiled at her, thumbing behind her. “Thank you. So, if you don’t mind, we should be getting back to him to cure his curse. Thanks so much.”
Paige waved at her as she spun to depart.
“Actually,” the fairy said as Paige took a step, “I do mind.”
Paige’s heart skipped a beat, and she twirled back to face the winged woman. “Oh, uh–“
The woman’s delicate features twisted into a gruesome mask of anger. Her eyes blackened, her skin reddened, and her slim fingers balled into fists.
Her wings beat hard, and she flew toward both Dewey and Paige. “Get ‘em!”
Thousands of tiny fairies sprang from the pond, carrying a net made of water. They dropped it over Paige and Dewey. A rush of water surrounded them.
Paige felt herself turn weightless as she floated, suspended in the water net, still able to breathe, but unable to move.
“Hey,” she shouted, bubbles escaping her mouth and her voice muffled by the water.
She tried to pound her hands, but they only wobbled back and forth slowly as she pushed through the liquid.
Next to her, Dewey floated in his own aqua prison. He clawed at the net, but could not tear through it.
Paige’s features pinched as she scanned her new prison. She found no way out.
She was trapped. Possibly forever.
CHAPTER 19
Paige pressed her hands against the liquid net, searching for a way out. The cell distended and stretched but held firm. She kicked and punched at the liquid walls, but to no avail.
“Paige,” Dewey shouted, his voice muffled by the water.
She snapped her gaze at him, her hair floating around as she moved her head.
He poked a finger at a contingent of fairies who shoved their cells toward the pool.
Paige opened her mouth, bubbles escaping, as she screamed, “No!”
Their water cells burbled forward, inching closer and closer to the water’s edge.
“Stop,” Paige shouted again.
