Page 40 of From Rags to Witches

“Yes, yes. You are indeed very entertaining. You must come and visit me again in Paris one day very soon. I will take you on a magnificent tour of my beautiful city.”

“Sounds great. I’ll flap my bat wings over there.”

“You wish to remain a bat?” she asked.

I raised my bat eyebrows. “Well, no. Of course not.”

“Place your tiny wife on the ground, Thierry,” Monique said. “S’il vous plaît.”

Thierry did not hesitate before prying me off his shoulder and placing me down on the smooth patio surface.

I watched with deep apprehension and more than a little bit of hope as Monique whispered some words under her breath. I felt a dizzying whoosh. And everything went dark.