His perma-sneer was plastered on his face.The afternoon was eerily silent. The road between Admin and the food courts was usually busy, but she and Elianard were alone. Ol’ Sneer-a-nard didn’t intimidate Keelie, but if a yard gnome with sharp teeth and a red cap appeared with him, she’d bolt.“I thought that after your last experience, you’d learned your lesson about following paths that lead you into the deep, dark woods, Keliel.” Elianard’s voice was deep, deeper than usual.Keelie wondered if he’d taken villain voice lessons to make himself sound more menacing. It wasn’t working. He should ask for a refund.“What do you want? Looking for a book you might have buried?” She suspected that Elianard had used a forbidden book of elven lore and magic to summon the evil Red Cap to Colorado. Both the book and the Red Cap had been annihilated, but with the book destroyed, there had been no proof of Elianard’s involvement.The Plumpkin suit was getting heavy. Keelie tossed it to her other arm, its eyes rattling.“Never speak to me in that tone—”
