Oh, please don't destroy Annie's books. That would be really, really bad.

Honestly, the idea didn't occur to her. What did occur to her, as she started looking up feathered fae, was that there had to be a way to get back on the fae's good side. To turn Daryl back.

"Excuse me?" Annie knocked on the door. "Can- uhm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I was just, uhm- I'm really really sorry." Please turn her friend back.