Summary
"Mal, calm down," Fairy godmother said noticing how pale the young girl became. "I know you said your dad died, but you and your brothers are radiating far more power than a fae should possess and I just want to help." That didn't seem to help one bit, Olympus couldn't know. They didn't want to share the same fate as their father. "Could we think about it first?" Malachy asked"