“Your sister is Snow White?” Prue cuts in. “And you still were kicked out?”

Heath raises his hand. “She’s my sister too. We’re twins.” He points to Sasha. “This one is Princess Rose’s sister, and she was also banished.”

“Heath,” I say through gritted teeth.

Tara and Prue look at each other.

“If she’s banishing siblings of the royal courts, she must be feeling threatened,” Prue says to Tara.

“Threatened about what?” I can’t help asking.

Tara narrows her eyes at me. “None of your beeswax.”

“I told you we couldn’t trust them,” I say in exasperation. “Let’s get out of here.” I start marching toward a slide that I assume will lead me down from the tree house.

“Good!” Tara snaps back. “We don’t want you here anyway.”

The deck is quiet except for the sound of wind whistling and rain pattering against an imaginary roof. We stare each other down.

“Guys, this is silly,” says Prue. “We’re all in the same boat.”

“Prue is right,” Logan says. “It’s raining, and we’re tired. Can’t we all just—”

A sound like a whistling teakettle begins to blare, and Tara, Prue, and Corden look at each other in panic.

Prue closes her eyes tight. “She knows they’re here.”

“Places!” Tara shouts, and they rush to the other end of the deck, standing under a green chute that hangs above their heads. Vegetables rain down from above, and Prue quickly passes them out to the rest of us.

“Radishes,” she says, sounding slightly concerned. “Just in case.”

“Just in case of what?” Logan asks, turning as green as Prue’s dress. “Who’s coming?” Logan sneezes violently. “It’s dragons, isn’t it? I should have mentioned this before, but I’m highly allergic to all mythical creatures that might want to eat me. Particularly dragons.”

“Radishes?” Heath turns the small, bright-purple vegetable around in his hands. “Who are we going to fight with vegetables?”

“Gargoyles hate radishes,” I tell him as Lily pokes out of my pocket to see what the commotion is about. “The scent makes them fall asleep.”

Tara jumps into the crow’s nest basket and begins pulling herself up. “Don’t throw those unless we tell you to. There’s a radish shortage in Enchantasia—all the crops are drying up. You know what? Just stay out of our way unless we ask for your help. Which we probably won’t.”

I roll my eyes.

“Gargoyles?” Raina cries. “What do they want with us?”

“Usually they’re out looking for us, but tonight they’re searching for you,” Prue says as she sits down on the edge of the deck with a pile of vegetables at the ready. “Olivina is desperate to know where we all are, but with the spells I put on this tree house, she can’t find us. Which is good and bad, I guess. It drives her mad, but it also means that most days we’re…”

“Trapped.” Corden completes the sentence, and they look at one another.

“But we’re safe, which is what’s most important,” Tara adds.