Paige drummed her tiny fingers on her miniature leg as a flurry of activity circled around her. The lead on her mother’s whereabouts swam through her mind, making concentrating on anything difficult.
Then again, so did being six inches tall. She climbed to her feet and paced around on the top of the desk. “This is so frustrating.”
Dewey landed across from her, now dwarfing her. “I know. I’m really sorry, Paige.”
He tugged his lips into a frown as he stared down at her.
“It’s okay. I mean, at least we’re not tumbling through time anymore. But…” She flicked her gaze to the others as they prepared to leave. “This isn’t the best time to be pixie-sized.”
Dewey splayed his arms out to the side with a partial shrug. “Well, it’s better than being a puddle. Or purple.”
“Or plastered. Why do you have a knack for doing things to me that allow for alliteration with my name?”
“Just lucky, I guess. Hey, listen, you could ride on my shoulder now.” He grinned at her.
“I don’t think so, little man. We have no idea the circumstances at this place,” Drucinda answered as she dropped a bag of unknown objects on the floor. “You’ll go in a carrier.”
“We don’t have a carrier,” Dewey said.
Drucinda shrugged a shoulder, her tone commanding as usual. “We do. Ro got one whilst you were fooling around in the past.”
Paige poked a finger at her. “We weren’t fooling around. We were cursed.”
“Double-cursed actually. Though we really need more information to determine who placed the first curse and why.”
“No leads on that?” Paige asked, crossing her tiny arms.
