Corrie shook her head, making the pom-pom on top of her hat bounce. “No, I haven’t told her about that. I let her say ‘I told you so’ about Paul so I wouldn’t have to.” She smiled weakly. “I didn’t want her to know. You understand.”
“Of course,” Dawn said, nodding. They hadn’t told most of their friends about the faeries because they were confident that knowing about them put people in more danger. Dawn hadn’t been able to keep the knowledge from her aunt, but they hadn’t told her parents.
“What did you tell her about Paul attacking you?” Edie asked.