Just when I thought we were done for, the scale that Sweet Tooth's mother gave me suddenly flew from my backpack. It glowed brightly, floating in the air like it had just remembered it was magical.
Before any of us could react, it darted toward the safe. In a matter of seconds, it absorbed the magic emanating from the metal contraption.
We stood there, dumbfounded.
"What… was that?" Fiona asked, her voice a mixture of awe and suspicion.
I blinked at her, still processing. "Err… that's the dragon scale Sweet Tooth's mother gave me. Supposedly a communicator to report Sweet Tooth's well-being. Or at least, I think it's a communicator? I totally forgot I even had it," I admitted, scratching the back of my neck.
"Queen Isadora's scale?" Dr. Philippe sounded surprised, his usual cool demeanor slipping.
I tilted my head. "Queen who now?"
