Jeb hurried in from the kitchen, Angel right behind him. He had a big mixing bowl of water, and Angel had a juice pitcher. They threw the water onto the couch, where it barely made a dent in the blaze.
“What’s going on here?” I shouted as loud as I could to be heard over the din of bird kids yelping at one another. I lunged into the kitchen and grabbed a red cylinder out of the corner. “Any of you ever hear of a fire extinguisher?” I screeched as I put out the blaze.
Everyone turned and started yelling at me, God only knows why. I covered my ears. “Where’s Fang?”
Nudge put her hands on her hips, tears in her eyes. “Isn’t he with you?” she asked. “He’s always with you.”
Just then, to complete my perfect evening, the automatic sprinkler system finally detected the blaze and went off, spraying us all, soaking everything with cold water. I stood there, my hair getting plastered down. The couch sputtered and fizzled and filled the air with the scent of Eau de Wet ‘n’ Charred upholstery.
I gave Gazzy my best “You’re in so much trouble” glare and went out onto the back deck to look for Fang.
On the deck, I jumped to the railing and balanced there, planning my search pattern. It wasn’t long before I could make out Dylan’s voice nearby — he was under the house, close to the edge of the cliff.
I jumped over the railing and landed on the ground almost silently. I saw Dylan first, and then, with a flood of relief, Fang. They were standing tensely by a concrete piling. I could tell this wasn’t, like, guys’ night out.
“This is bigger than you and what you want.” Dylan sounded ice cold. It was actually the first time I’d heard his voice like that, and it was unnerving somehow. “I’m telling you, the danger I saw today was real.”
Fang’s voice was just as cold as Dylan’s. “Why should I believe you? We don’t know anything about you.”
“I get that, Fang. What matters is that I know a lot about her,” Dylan said. “Probably even more than you do.”
Fang’s face showed dark fury. I might have witnessed the first bird kid boy fight in history if I hadn’t bolted forward, my feet crunching on the gravel. “Fang!”
They swiveled and saw me. Dylan looked taken aback, and Fang’s expression was angry and shut.
“The house was on fire,” I greeted them tersely. “In case you’re interested.”
They both glanced up overhead as if to make sure the house was still standing. Fang sniffed, smelling the smoke, and I saw comprehension cross his face.
“It’s out, right?” he said. I just looked at him.
“Is everyone okay?” Dylan asked stiffly.
“I’m sure you had some super important and crucial reason for being out here,” I said, my words like icy spikes, “when the living room was going up in flames over your heads.”
“Everything seems under control, Max.” Fang shoved his hands into his pockets as he redirected his eyes toward me.
“We were talking about you,” Dylan — who hadn’t yet learned that honesty isn’t always the best policy — blurted out.
Fang’s gaze sent daggers at him.
I was now ready to crack these two numbskulls’ heads together. “Dylan, Flock Rule Number One: The safety of the kids is always most important. Period.”
“I understand,” Dylan insisted. “But Max, I have to tell you that —”
“And Flock Rule Number Two is, Don’t argue with Max or you’ll live to regret it.” I spun and stomped out to the clearing, turning back for one last jab at Dylan. “And by the way, you clearly don’t know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not.”
Fang rolled his eyes. I jumped up and landed back on the deck.
Advanced life-forms, my sweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.
39
IT TOOK THE FLOCK about two seconds to correctly read the insane glint of rage in my eye, and they all scuttled out for cleaning supplies while I sloshed around the living room, cataloging damage.
“Max.”
I swung my head to see Jeb standing against a wall. Soot was smeared on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot. “Good job taking off like that,” Jeb said tersely. “You can’t just leave them on their own. And you can’t just run away from problems every time you get upset.”