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sweeping away the comment. “You’re making judgements on who and what I am based on my appearance. How could I possibly be offended by that?”
    And with that, Pari won over Lizzie. She knew the woman was trustworthy, but when it came to actually liking her as a person, Lizzie had been very much on the fence. It wasn’t the normal place for Lizzie to be when it came to people. Making freakishly accurate snap judgements wasn’t that hard when you could know the whole of a person’s life with a single touch. But between her battery being low and Pari being harder to read thanks to her Thaumaturgic (or Fae) status, Lizzie wasn’t sure how she felt about her until she firmly put Layne in his place with a bit of finely crafted sarcasm.
    Of course, to the casual observer, Layne didn’t look so much put in place as annoyingly oblivious, but Lizzie wasn’t the casual observer. She knew Layne inside and out, and she knew how to look not at his eyes, which always looked cold and unforgiving, or his mouth, which was stuck in a constant smirk, but at his ears, which when embarrassed, turned a shocking shade of red.
    “So, Fairy Princess, tell me,” he said, pacing away from them as if he didn’t give a damn when the exact opposite was fairly obvious. “How do we get out of here?”
    “It’s simple,” Pari answered, doing a rather good imitation of Layne’s faux-apathy. “We don’t. ”

Chapter 5
     
    Layne Hagan wasn’t what his grandfather would call a “go-getter.” He maintained a C-average at school, not by putting in the minimum amount of effort required, but by doing nothing at all and still somehow squeaking by. When it came down to it, Layne was lazy and unmotivated. He knew it, and quite frankly, wasn’t the least bit ashamed of it.
    But what no one else seemed to have figured out was should he ever find a valid reason to get involved, there would be no stopping him. His teachers and guidance counselor were shocked when he managed a near-perfect score on both the ACT and SAT, but he wasn’t. Lazy isn’t the same as stupid, and unmotivated isn’t the same as weak. So when Pari said they weren’t getting out of there, he immediately dismissed that as an option. For once, he was motivated, and there would be no stopping him. They were getting out, and soon.
    “Don’t worry, Tinkerbell. It’s alright. The Big Bad Wolf is here, and he’s going to help you break out of this lantern.” Layne studied the window once more, looking for a way to open the damn thing. “All we have to do is find the latch.”
    “One, you’re a coyote, not a wolf. And two, you’re mixing your stories. There isn’t a big bad wolf in Peter Pan. Just a little boy who refuses to grow up.”
    Of course Lizzie would point out all the ways he was wrong. It was her favorite pastime, closely followed by telling him over and over again he was still a child. 
    “And three, that is fifty millimeter reinforced bulletproof glass. No amount of huffing and puffing is blowing that down, and even if it did, it’s a ten meter drop to the well-alarmed grounds,” Pari added ever-so-helpfully. “You might want to save your breath.”
    “As if I’m going to take your word on it.” Layne pushed on the window as if he could somehow determine the nature of the glass by its lack of give beneath his fingers. “For all I know, the only thing holding us here is you saying we can’t leave. It might be as simple as walking out the door.” Although, she was probably right about the window. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t catch any outdoor scents. Those things weren’t just solid, they were sealed tight.
    Pari stood then, and for a moment, Layne was distracted by just how pretty she was. Maggie, the artist who would be his aunt just as soon as his Uncle Charlie got off his ass and married her, had once told him that humans perceived symmetry as beauty. Pari had perfect symmetry. Her cat-like eyes were the exact same size, her lips