Belladonna

since they were finally able to isolate It and take It and Its dark landscapes out of the world. But what had worked to their advantage now worked against her. She could only reach the landscapes that resonated with her, while the Eater, if It found a way to cross over, could prey on the rest of the world, out of her reach.
    "You're not alone, Glorianna," Sebastian said, running his hand down her arm to soothe and comfort. "You have to be the leader, but you won't be fighting alone."
    Yes, I will "You offered me koffee, remember?"
    He studied her long enough to make her wonder what he might be picking up from her feelings that she didn't want to share.
    Then he took her hand as they crossed the lane and led her to the back of the cottage.
    When they reached the kitchen door, he hesitated and said, "Best to keep things quiet."
    "Lynnea is still asleep?"
    "Yes, but she'll sleep through the sound of people talking. Bop won't."
    Glorianna's eyebrows lifted. "Bop?"
    "The keet."

    Since they were supposed to be quiet once they got inside, she tugged Sebastian back a step to stop him from opening the door. "Why did you name him Bop?"
    "Has something to do with him smacking into my forehead every time we let him out."
    Glorianna frowned. Lynnea had gotten the baby keet from Nadia, who should have noticed if there was a problem with the bird. "Is there something wrong with his wings that he can't fly well enough to avoid colliding with you?"
    "He has no problem flying in circles around Lynnea or following her from room to room," Sebastian grumbled. "He has no problem flying up to the sills above the doors and windows when he wants to play 'catch the keet.' But me? Standing, sitting, makes no difference. He flies straight at me and —" He smacked his fingers against his forehead.
    "Oh, dear."
    "Then, of course, he gets upset because there's no place to perch, so he slides down my face and grabs my nose."
    She winced.
    Sebastian nodded. "Do you know what it feels like to have those sharp little nails digging into the end of your nose? So he's there, flapping his wings to keep from falling off and making scoldy noises at the top of his little lungs, while Lynnea stands there and says, 'Don't scare him, Sebastian. He's just a baby.' "
    Wondering how Lynnea managed to keep a straight face while watching man and bird, Glorianna clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. "Oh, I know it must hurt, but what a picture!"
    "Uh-huh."
    Something in his eyes made her take a step back. "Is any of that true?"
    "All of it."
    He'd known what he was doing. For a few moments, while picturing Sebastian trying to deal with Bop, the worries that had plagued her had vanished in the brightness of laughter, like sunlight burning off fog.
    But the laughter was also a reminder of why she had to face the Eater of the World and win the battle. She wasn't preparing for this fight just to protect the great Places of Light, but also to prevent these little pieces of brightness from being snuffed out of existence.
    "Am I ever going to get any koffee?" Glorianna asked.
    Smiling, Sebastian slipped an arm around her shoulders and opened the kitchen door. "Sure. Why don't you make the koffee while I toast some bread for Bop?"
    "He gets toast?"
    "He doesn't get a whole piece," Sebastian replied, sounding defensive. "He's little. He has to share."
    Glorianna glanced at the covered cage that sat at one end of the dining table. Then she followed Sebastian to the counter, where he'd set out the bag of koffea beans and the grinder. "You don't think he'll get spoiled by getting a treat every morning?"
    Sebastian snorted. "It's just toast. It's not like he gets butter or jelly on his part of it."
    "Of course. How silly of me not to see the difference."
    He gave her a long look, then said, "Grind the beans."
    She had to admit that Sebastian and Bop put on an entertaining show, especially when the bird made it clear that he was not used to having his treat dumped in the food dish and expected it to be held so he could sit on Sebastian's fingers and eat his toast properly. Bop's training was a little iffy, since it seemed to consist of the bird learning what he wanted to learn. However, Sebastian's training as playmate and servant to a little feathered tyrant was coming along quite nicely.
    The glow of amusement that filled her when she left the cottage stayed with her for the rest of the day.

Chapter Two
Two weeks earlier
    E rinn shoved her hands in her coat