Forever (An Unfortunate Fairy Tale, #5)(9)

She nodded her head.

“Good girl.”

Ever popped her head in from the foyer and frowned at Mina sitting on the floor crying over Charlie.

“Hey, Gimp! Can I come in now?”

Mina looked over to Terrylin, who nodded her approval. Ever strode in and perched back on the armrest of the couch, glaring at the small house elf.

Terrylin smiled at Ever. “Are you ready to be sworn in?”

Ever stilled, only her eyes moving as she thought about what the elder Fae was asking. She didn’t take long to answer. “Yes, I am.”

“You know that this will bind you two together? As her Godmother, you will always be able to find her, no matter the plane you’re on, but it comes at a great price.”

“Ever, what’s going on?” Mina asked. “I’m not so sure this is such a great idea.”

Ever turned, wings fluttering. She made a shushing noise and waved her hand at Mina. “Hush, before I change my mind. Someone has to keep tabs on you, and it might as well be me.”

Terrylin moved up to the top of the chair cushion and beckoned Ever to come closer. “Hurry, girl, hurry!”

Ever kneeled on the chair before the house elf, and Terrylin raised a finger up in the air and whispered a few words that only the two of them could hear. Her finger glowed brightly, and, as she touched Ever’s forehead, a bright light emanated from the touch and encompassed the room. When the light dimmed, Terrylin was gone, her chair empty. Only a small silver ring sat in her place.

Ever bowed her head in respect. She reached forward and picked up the ring, sliding it onto her middle finger.

The ring was in the shape of an infinity symbol. On Terrylin, the ring had been covered with diamonds. On Ever’s hand, the Godmother ring was simple silver. She had noticed a gold ring on Mei’s hand, but never before had she put two and two together. Ever had just taken the Godmother oath and bound her life to Mina’s.

She had just promised to guard her with her life…forever.





Chapter 4



Charlie slept through the night and into Sunday morning. Mina had taken the chair and spent an uncomfortable night curled up with a blanket, checking on her brother every few hours. Around four a.m., his fever broke.

Brody slept on the floor by the fireplace in a sleeping bag, so he could stoke the fire throughout the night. Nan lay by Charlie’s couch in another sleeping bag, still snoring quietly.

Ever hadn’t slept. She paced and patrolled the house.

Each time the front door opened, Mina woke up in a panic, but it was just Ever checking the wards. It was odd to see their group, all piled into the living room like lost puppies. Sometimes she felt like that’s exactly what they were. They had refused to leave her and Charlie alone after just losing their mom. Mina didn’t know what excuse they were giving their parents. Frankly, she didn’t want to know. But there was something comforting in seeing their band. Their mini army.

When sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the dust swirling in the room, Charlie finally began to stir. Nan’s uber-sensors went off, and she sat up, watching him intently. Mina uncurled herself from the chair, her leg muscles cramping as she walked across the room. When she passed Brody, still on the floor, he met her gaze and gave her a sad smile.

Charlie opened his eyes and looked up at Nan and Mina’s expectant faces. His alert eyes darted here and there around the room. They noticed Brody and Ever, then continued, as if searching for someone. When he didn’t find what he was searching for, he closed his eyes, lay back down on the couch, and pulled the blanket over his head.

“Oh come on, little buddy,” Nan coaxed gently. “It’s time to rise and shine.”

The blanket wiggled back and forth in a negative answer.

“Okay then,” Nan continued teasingly. “You don’t have to shine. How about you rise and glower or grumble and growl.” Her voice became soft. “Or how about just breathe. Rise and just breathe. Like this—” Nan exhaled and was about to take another dramatic breath in when the blanket launched itself up and wrapped around her in a hug.

Charlie’s little shoulders shook, and Mina crawled up on the couch next to him to rub his back. Nan had always been the best at communicating with Charlie and reading his moods. Mina didn’t know what to say to comfort him. How was she going to help him cope, when she could barely cope herself?

She glanced over and noticed Brody watching her silently from his sleeping bag. He got up and started rolling it and stuffing it back into its carrying bag.

Ever came in, very somber, though her outfit was unusually bright. Little pink flowers flecked her hair, and her normal black attire had been replaced with a bright yellow sundress. “Um, can everyone come to the kitchen please?”

Charlie’s curiosity at Ever had him leading the pack into the kitchen. He stopped short. Mina bumped into his back, but she was momentarily stunned as well.

Ever had transformed the country kitchen into a happy garden full of plants of all kinds. Bright paper lanterns hung from the ceiling with little tea lite candles burning. On the kitchen table in the middle of the room was a picture, framed in mint green, of her mother laughing and hugging Mina and Charlie.

Mina remembered that day. She and Charlie were thirteen and five. That windy day, they had gone to the park and were trying to fly Charlie’s homemade cardboard kite. Of course it didn’t fly, but that didn’t stop them from trying to get the diamond shaped piece to go up in the air for more than five seconds. Just when Charlie was about to cry, the kite had taken off and hung in the air long enough to make him smile.