Jack made it perhaps thirty feet before a six-inch wind spirit materialized directly in front of his face.
"We need to talk," Sylph announced, her black-and-green eyes blazing with fury. "Right now."
Jack stopped, raising one eyebrow at the tiny spirit hovering at eye level. "Does Rhys know you're here?"
"Rhys is terrified to leave his room," Sylph snapped. "He thinks you're going to turn him into a mindless puppet the moment he disobeys an order. So yes, I'm here alone because someone needs to get answers."
"And you've decided that someone is you."
"Damn right." Sylph crossed her tiny arms, wind currents swirling around her form in agitated patterns. "I need to know what you're planning to do with him. With us. Because right now, all we know is that you practice magic that was supposed to be extinct and that you've bound Rhys's soul to some contract that could mean anything literally."
Jack glanced toward Chiron's distant form, then back at the agitated spirit.
