“You know you have to do something,” Chaucer said that night. He had met her secretly in the human world, at one of her favorite dingy pubs. They sat alone in the dark corner, hiding behind large pints.
“How will I ever get out of this, Chaucer? How?”
“You have to do the right thing.”
“I’m not turning myself in. I’m not giving up my wand just because that little wench can’t find happiness as the Queen of Bloody England.”
“The Ever After inspection is in a week. When they see how miserable she is, your whole case will be null and void.”
“I can fix this …” Samantha chewed her bright blue nails absently.
“Sam, you can’t just make this go away.”
“Yes, I can.”
“Sam? Where are you going?”
Samantha had leapt up from the table, overturning her flagon. “To fix everything!” she said, and swept out.