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mumbled because of my inability to move my tongue, but they come out nonetheless.  Kegan snickers.  He gets another elbow in the ribs. 
    Isla’s eyes focus on Garren.  “We will obviously postpone our left hand-fasting ceremony until this crisis is managed.” 
    There is dead silence in the room again.  I try not to watch the color rise to Garren’s face.  But it’s such a pretty shade of magenta, it’s hard to resist.  I’m pretty sure his head just gained five pounds in blood weight as it rushes up to be a physical sign of his anger.
    Garren rises from his chair and leans his fists on the table.  In the deepest growl his voice can manage, he spits out, “You mean you want to see if I go running off to the sea tonight or tomorrow night.  Do you have any faith at all in my love for you?”
    As if we choreographed it, Kegan, Alita, Tana and I rise from our chairs.  Without a glance in anyone’s direction, we basically run for the door.  Not that we’ll necessarily be safe anywhere in the palace.  The amount of magic building up in the room is enough to trigger an earthquake of great magnitude.  By leaving the room, we do minimize our risk somewhat by not being at the epicenter of the disaster.  Tana pulls the door closed behind us and we keep walking until we can no longer hear the not-so-quiet conversation leaking through the wood.
    Pressing her hand against her heart, Alita declares, “That was terrifying.”
    Tana nods.  “Agreed.  I have never seen Isla so angry.”
    “You have not spent enough time around her and Garren, then,” I mutter.  “Garren does not always bring out the best in her.”
    Shaking her head, Tana says, “Yet they are planning a hand-fasting.”  Realizing what she said, her cheeks turn pink.  An unimpressive showing after Garren’s brilliant hues.  “I should not gossip so.”
    I pat her shoulder.  “You are only saying what we’re all thinking.”  It is a mystery why Isla would want to marry someone who drives her so crazy.  Then again, few dare to challenge Isla.  She is the most powerful Fairy alive, after all.  Maybe she wants him to challenge her.  Or she’s insane, one of the two.  Maybe both.
    “What are you standing in the hallway whispering about?” Kallen asks.  He and Dagda are striding toward us.
    “Garren said something stupid,” Kegan informs him.
    Kallen frowns.  “Since when does that merit excitement?”  It is a frequent occurrence.  Living all those years alone with Dragons and Goblins has not done much for Garren’s social skills.
    “Since Grandmother decided to postpone their hand-fasting,” Kegan informs him with a grin.  Neither grandson wants Isla to be unhappy, but they also don’t want her to marry someone who is such a buffoon at times.  I try hard to like Garren, but the Fairy can make it difficult to be in his corner.
    Dagda’s brows rise.  “Was this before or after he said something stupid?”
    “Before,” I tell him.  An icy chill travels from my neck to the bottom of my spine.  Between this and the horrified expressions on the faces around me, I’m pretty sure Isla has come up behind me.  I turn around slowly.  “So, should we stand in line for you to kill us or were you planning a group thing?”  Isla’s eyelids are drawn together so only teeny, tiny slits expose her eyeballs.  Her lips are pressed tightly together.  I think she’s trying to keep her head from exploding. 
    “Personally,” a gruff voice says from behind her.  “I think you should all go to hell.”  Garren pushes past us and I grab Kallen’s arm to keep him from punching the older Fairy when he does the manly shoulder shove to him as he goes by.  Garren continues on and there is a distinct finality about his departure.  Did he finally give up on his quest to make Isla his wife?
    Between teeth which seem to have permanently molded together, Isla asks, “What happened in the village.”  Okay, back to the business