Chapter 11

Willow POV

The phone is ringing. I hear Lazarus answer it. “Good Good She will be pleased,” he says.

This is all so weird. I do not think I can get used to this. I am not anyone of importance. At least I have never been. Now I have a future of responsibility.

Lazarus comes to me. He places his hand in mine. He pulls my hand to his lips. He softly kisses my hand. He smiles.

“That was the funeral director. All the arrangements have been made. We will bury your father at sunset per fairy tradition. The council will be here for the funeral. After that, they will want to meet with you. I know it is not the most appropriate time, but it has to be done,” Lazarus says.

“I understand. I know some things have to be done. I will do my best to have myself pulled together,” I say.