Foxglove did not fancy a tangle with the fey. They were dangerous and wild, liable to weave sticky sweet traps for foolish mortals to stumble into. But once he sank his teeth into a mystery, it was difficult for him to let go. Foxglove spoke to his compatriots in hushed tones, telling them what he knew, but trying not to frighten Annie. "That child has likely been taken away to the Feywilds by now," he said. "What are we going to do?"