Queen of the Fae: Book Two in the Fae Unbound Series (Fae Unbound Teen Young Adult Fantasy Series) by Jill Nojack
Authors: Jill Nojack
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pulled wool over on me this time. You disrupted my practice with that stunt, and I won't have my practices disrupted."
"But...I didn't even make it to practice, coach. I fell asleep in the locker room and didn't wake up until the team came back in."
"So you're telling me it was the other team member with wings who flew your leg of the race? You had your chance. You blew it. You're off the team, Moore. Don't come around looking for sympathy again, because I'm not buying it next time."
Lizbet stood up, fighting the urge to cry. The last thing she remembered before track practice was leaving her Physics class and turning down the hall toward the gym, and then she'd woken up face down on a bench. That was it. That was all she remembered. A big chunk of time was missing, and she had no idea where it had gone.
She went back to the locker room and changed out of her gear, packing it all up in her backpack because she wouldn't need to keep anything in a locker anymore. The rest of the girls had already taken off, and she was alone. She let one tear slide down her cheek before she dried her eyes on her shirtsleeve and headed into the empty hall. She was never going to be normal again if she didn't start facing what she'd been denying—she hadn't been alone in her body for a long time, but she now knew for certain there was one extra version of Morgan in there who had no interest in playing nice.
When she got to the front of school to get her bike, she'd never been so glad to see Tanji sitting out front in her car, waiting. The trunk popped open, and Tanji called out the open window, "Stow the bike, girl. You and I need to talk."
"So...I know you don't want to hear this, but girl...you're living one mucked-up life. Jenna sent me a video of you flying around the track. What is going on?"
"Well, it isn't sleep-flying like Eamon was dumb enough to suggest to me the other day...Tanji, I finally have to admit it, I think you've been right all along—I've got a fae inside me who wants to wreck my life. And I was ignoring it because I was trying so hard to pretend that everything would just go back to normal. Like I could be normal after everything that's happened. Maybe the wings should have tipped me off, right?"
"Hey, they say admitting you've got a problem is the first step to recovery. So, where do we find a 12 Step Fae-Possessed Anonymous Program? This is exactly what we needed to have a serious talk about. Because I had a visit from Morgan two nights ago, and she tried to convince me she was you. She tried to get her hands on my book."
"Why didn’t you tell me that right away? Not that I could have done anything about it, I guess. I think the best person to talk to would be James. Not James exactly, but Myrrdin's memories. He might know something that could help."
"Yeah? But he didn't get the magic with his memories, did he?"
"No, he didn't, but he still knows more about magic than any of us. Langoureth and Morgan mostly know about healing, but Myrddin...he didn't focus on just that aspect. He explored all kinds of magic. Maybe he knows something that can get this fae out of me because none of my past-life ladies are coming up with anything."
"It's worth a try." Tanji turned her head to look out the back window as she backed out of the spot, "I hope he's got some food. And I hope that dishy Thomas is there."
"Tanji...don’t even think about it."
"Okay, I'll keep my hands out of the cookie jar. I promise." Tanji made a serious face but she could only hold it for a few seconds before she broke out in a grin.
James opened the door when Lizbet knocked. He smiled and leaned into her for a hug, which she happily returned, basking in the contact. If only she could just stand here forever. James said, "I wasn't expecting you."
"Yep. I wasn't expecting to stop by, either. I would have called, but it's kind of...well, stuff is happening, and I can’t deal. I need your help. Or really, Myrddin's help." Lizbet shot a quick
"But...I didn't even make it to practice, coach. I fell asleep in the locker room and didn't wake up until the team came back in."
"So you're telling me it was the other team member with wings who flew your leg of the race? You had your chance. You blew it. You're off the team, Moore. Don't come around looking for sympathy again, because I'm not buying it next time."
Lizbet stood up, fighting the urge to cry. The last thing she remembered before track practice was leaving her Physics class and turning down the hall toward the gym, and then she'd woken up face down on a bench. That was it. That was all she remembered. A big chunk of time was missing, and she had no idea where it had gone.
She went back to the locker room and changed out of her gear, packing it all up in her backpack because she wouldn't need to keep anything in a locker anymore. The rest of the girls had already taken off, and she was alone. She let one tear slide down her cheek before she dried her eyes on her shirtsleeve and headed into the empty hall. She was never going to be normal again if she didn't start facing what she'd been denying—she hadn't been alone in her body for a long time, but she now knew for certain there was one extra version of Morgan in there who had no interest in playing nice.
When she got to the front of school to get her bike, she'd never been so glad to see Tanji sitting out front in her car, waiting. The trunk popped open, and Tanji called out the open window, "Stow the bike, girl. You and I need to talk."
"So...I know you don't want to hear this, but girl...you're living one mucked-up life. Jenna sent me a video of you flying around the track. What is going on?"
"Well, it isn't sleep-flying like Eamon was dumb enough to suggest to me the other day...Tanji, I finally have to admit it, I think you've been right all along—I've got a fae inside me who wants to wreck my life. And I was ignoring it because I was trying so hard to pretend that everything would just go back to normal. Like I could be normal after everything that's happened. Maybe the wings should have tipped me off, right?"
"Hey, they say admitting you've got a problem is the first step to recovery. So, where do we find a 12 Step Fae-Possessed Anonymous Program? This is exactly what we needed to have a serious talk about. Because I had a visit from Morgan two nights ago, and she tried to convince me she was you. She tried to get her hands on my book."
"Why didn’t you tell me that right away? Not that I could have done anything about it, I guess. I think the best person to talk to would be James. Not James exactly, but Myrrdin's memories. He might know something that could help."
"Yeah? But he didn't get the magic with his memories, did he?"
"No, he didn't, but he still knows more about magic than any of us. Langoureth and Morgan mostly know about healing, but Myrddin...he didn't focus on just that aspect. He explored all kinds of magic. Maybe he knows something that can get this fae out of me because none of my past-life ladies are coming up with anything."
"It's worth a try." Tanji turned her head to look out the back window as she backed out of the spot, "I hope he's got some food. And I hope that dishy Thomas is there."
"Tanji...don’t even think about it."
"Okay, I'll keep my hands out of the cookie jar. I promise." Tanji made a serious face but she could only hold it for a few seconds before she broke out in a grin.
James opened the door when Lizbet knocked. He smiled and leaned into her for a hug, which she happily returned, basking in the contact. If only she could just stand here forever. James said, "I wasn't expecting you."
"Yep. I wasn't expecting to stop by, either. I would have called, but it's kind of...well, stuff is happening, and I can’t deal. I need your help. Or really, Myrddin's help." Lizbet shot a quick
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