Three days had passed and there was no luck. Puck was almost never around, stopping by to get a couple hours of sleep every night but not much else. One morning, he burst into the apartment, looking more awake than he had in days. "Cal?!"
"We found him," he said breathlessly. "Or, at least, I'm pretty sure we did. Can you come with me to confirm?"
The black haired boy was in a cage when they approached. He had been in a fight, his lip busted and his head lying back against the stone walls, his eyes closed. As they approached, one eye opened and he paused, tilting his head and saying nothing.
He shook his head. “No, Cal... he’s Fae. He’s wearing a cloak so we can’t see his wings, but he’s a fae.”
“I know,” he said, looking down at him. “There’s a lot of information we need to get from him, but he’s not talking.” The faerie’s gaze was fixed on Calliope and he paused, giving her a small smile. “Hello, Calliope.”
He tilted his head, saying nothing, but his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “I will only talk to her,” he said after a moment, looking up at Puck. Puck frowned and stood in front of her protectively. “That won’t be happening.”
She looked a little anxious, but put her hand on Puck's back as she looked up at him. "Puck, it'll help us know what happened.."
