“I should be back by dinner. Kerr will stay with you until we return,” Lukas said to me. “If you need anything, he’ll get it for you.”
“Thanks.”
He and Iian left, and I went upstairs to convince Finch to check out the garden. Sprites loved trees, but he hadn’t seen a real tree since he’d come to live with us. We had tried many times over the years to get him to go outdoors, but he’d refused. He seemed to be doing well here, and I hoped that meant he was ready to take the next step.
It took an hour to coax Finch out of the bedroom. I carried him out to the patio where I was ready for another round of persuading to get him to go into the garden. But I was not prepared for what happened next.
A bird trilled. Finch lifted his head from where he’d been hiding his face against my neck and lo
