asked.
âThat.â
On the horizon a wave reached into the air like a giant, grasping hand.
âOh, thatâs what you call them.â
âEverybody inside!â Isabella yelled.
Griffin dropped his knife, and he and Isabella hurried the children across the roof. The harbour waters gathered into a single, bulging wave and surged towards them. It rose upwards in an increasing roar, filling the air with ocean spray that showered over them.
âThe Aerotrope!â Xavier ran towards the machine.
Isabella clenched her teeth and raced after him, catching him around the ankles so that he slammed to the ground. âThereâs no time!â
Griffin watched as the wave was almost on them. It pummelled into buildings as it approached the Palace, crashing and rolling against everything in its way. He stood at the door of the roof, unable to move as the water reared higher. He tried to run to help Isabella but his mind had gone numb. His breath was shallow and his heart thundered.
Isabella dragged Xavier to his feet and shoved him through the door. Griffin snapped back to life as they hurtled past. Fighting the squalling wind and thick spray of water, he and Isabella grabbed the handle of the steel door and pulled it shut, locking it firmly.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Palace
A monstrous wave rammed into the Palace, smashing against the walls and filling the street. The noise wrapped itself around the house, flooding into their ears. Under the swill, in the distance, they heard the sharp sound of breaking glass and the creak of wooden boards.
In the stairwell leading down from the roof, Bea hugged her brother. Fly sat in Isabellaâs arms, hands pressed against her ears.
In seconds, the sound faded, the water calmed and everything went quiet.
âThat was closer than the others.â Beaâs voice echoed off the walls. âThey seem to be getting bigger.â
âAnd more powerful.â Raffy turned to Xavier. âWhat about the Aerotrope?â
Xavier jumped up and unbolted the door. The flying machine had been driven beneath the wings of the water dragon, as if the statue was protecting it. Xavier checked it out. âSheâs tougher than I thought. Not even a scratch.â
âIt was lucky you and Isabella got back with the Aerotrope when you did.â Griffin scowled.
âWe would have been fine. The Aerotrope can fly right over them.â Xavier handed Griffin his knife that was wedged against one of the wheels. âWhy do you call it a sneaky wave?â
âA sneaker wave.â Griffin slid his knife into the holster in his belt. âItâs when several smaller waves combine to create one powerful wave. Theyâve always been around, but since the floods theyâre more frequent and harder to predict.â
âGriffinâs studied them,â Raffy said.
âHeâs the smartest person we know,â Bea added.
âIs he now?â Xavier raised an eyebrow.
Isabella looked at the blackened clouds and gave Flyâs shoulders a squeeze. âCome on. Letâs go inside.â
Xavier locked the doors and followed them inside, running his hands along the smooth, curving walls of the stairwell that spilled into the main room like a waterslide. The ceiling wavered above them with the same effect, and at various points it flowed down into columns, as if they were stalactites that had reached down to the floor.
Xavier sank into a throne-shaped chair before flinging his feet onto the table. Each chair back was in the shape of folded wings, and the table legs ended in lionâs feet. âThe Palace, eh? Very posh.â
âIt was made by a famous artist who loved fairytales,â Raffy said.
âIsabella thought we deserved somewhere special,â Bea said. âSomewhere fitting our circumstances.â She curtsied and giggled along with Raffy.
Isabella and Griffin sat at the opposite side of the table beside Fly, who was