The Fae attacked at exactly midnight on day fifteen with mathematical precision that would have been impressive if it wasn't absolutely terrifying, and watching twenty simultaneous dimensional rifts open across the globe while my four-and-a-half-year-old daughter coordinated response from central command center was—I mean she was brilliant but she was also four and coordinating war and I was going to need serious therapy after this.
"All twenty points opening simultaneously." Hope's voice came through comms with steady professional calm. "Fae entities manifesting. North America team report status."
"Breach contained." Vancouver specialist responded. "Three Fae operatives. Engaging dimensional counter-protocol. Requesting dimensional healing support."
"Sending it." Hope directed power through communication link—not healing the rift herself but guiding the specialist through combined healing technique while simultaneously monitoring nineteen other breach points.
