All heads turned upward, to the massive stained glass window, which once had depicted the young queen being crowned, but was now flying towards us in a bajillion pieces. But that wasn't what we were concerned about. It was the thin, leather-jacketed man riding the large motorcycle that had crashed through the window that we were worried about. 

The tall executioner jumped back, sending his ax sailing. It landed next to the friar.

"You said a bad word," the queen giggled, ignoring the ax that separated her from the little man.

The man dropped something from the air, and both she and the friar dropped to the floor.

The motorcycle turned in midair and landed in front of me.

The rider flipped off his aviator goggles and looked at me. "You're welcome."

"Who are you?" I asked, hopping up immediately.

"Sir Oliver Angel, at your service."

"You're kidding."

"Why would I be?" His eyes darkened. "Get on."

I hesitated. "Wait."

We arrived at the cell.

"Why are you coming back here?"

"I need to get someone."

"We are not bringing someone else along."

"We are or I'm not coming."

I opened the door decidedly.

"You're not dead," Lark said, looking up with teary eyes.

"Not yet I'm not," I said, picking the locks on her shackles.

"How are you not dead?"

"My dad showed up. Come on," I said quickly, scooping her up and exiting.

"Who is your dad?" She asked, not even seeming to notice that she was in my arms.

"Seems to call himself Sir Oliver."

"Oh yes. He was nice before he quit his job with the knights."

We reached my dad then. "Hello, Sir Oliver, Father of Johnnie Angel," said Lark sweetly.

"Salutations," Oliver said icily.

"IIs sont allés de cette façon. Nous ferons mieux de nous dépêcher nous voulons les attraper," came Stacey's voice down the hall.

"Shit," Oliver cursed.

As the fairies approached us, I braced myself to be apprehended again.

But they looked nervous.

"Merde," Ford cursed suddenly. He peeked his head around the corner. "I may have broken your motorcycle."

"This," Oliver said huffily, "is a prime example of why I quit. Fairies don't ever watch where they're going."

"So-ry," Teal scowled. "But we're helping you."

"Avant que la reine ne puisse nous contrôler à nouveau," said Stacey.

"Before the queen can control us again," Vic translated.

"Why should we take you along? You destroyed our only mode of transportation," protested Oliver.

Ford smiled. "Oh, you think so?" And with that, he transformed into the same red pickup truck from earlier.

"Right. I forgot you could do that."

"So are they coming?" Lark asked.

I turned to Oliver.

"Fine."