The Underworld Trials of Luna
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“Make the poor Selkie Princess happy.”
“Yeah, fine,” Blythe says, a tiny smile coming to his lips, his eyes on Laila. “Um, squirrel me up, I guess.”
“Done and done,” Faiza says with a happy sigh, closing one eye and pointing a finger at Blythe. As we all watch, he shrinks down into a little brown squirrel with shiny black eyes and a very fine fluffy tail. He squeaks with fear, dashing for Laila, who coos with delight and scoops him up in her hands, cradling him close to her chest.