except watch me like a creeper.”
Alex chuckles under his breath as he starts brushing his fingers through my hair. “A Faerie creeper?”
I shrug. “That’s what it was acting like.”
“Creeper or not, Faeries can be dangerous,” Evan says, sliding his cell phone out from his pocket. He swipes his finger across it and starts scrolling through something, dragging his finger down the edge of the screen.
“Do you really think now’s the time to be surfing the Internet?” Alex asks.
Evan holds up a finger with his free hand as he continues to scroll. “Just a second. I’m proving my point.” He mulls over the screen as he lowers his hand. “There it is.” He looks up and then pitches the phone across the room to Alex.
Alex catches it effortlessly; careful not to bump the screen and lose whatever Evan’s trying to show us. I lean over and read, with Alex, the article on the screen.
Early this morning, there was an accident at the City Center when a massive, moving structure crushed through Town Hall, destroying the entire building. At least three people are dead and twenty-three have been injured.
The various reports of what the structure was ranged from a large purple airplane to a giant purple woman. The latter has been linked to severe head trauma in many of the victims. The official cause is still being determined.
I glance up at Alex as he shuts down the screen. “Why would she do that?”
Alex shakes his head and tosses Evan’s phone back to him. “I’m not sure, but we need to find out.”
“We need to get Aislin out of the realm first,” Laylen says. “Then we can chase down crazy, purple, Faerie woman. Aislin can help us, too.” He looks at Alex for help. “You know her, magic is always needed whenever we’re about to do something dangerous.”
“Yeah…” Alex is torn.
“What about the Lost Souls?” I ask. “I saw one of them on the street, too, but they don’t seem to be doing anything.”
Evan stuffs his phone into his pocket. “Besides taking over innocent bodies?”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “This is such a huge mess.”
“A huge mess that needs to be fixed.” Evan rises to his feet. “Which is why I’m going to go figure out how to put the Faeries back where they belong.”
Alex moves his arm off me and gets up, too. “Evan, I get where you’re coming from, but I need your help getting Aislin out of the realm first.” He glances at Laylen. “It’s important.”
Evan shakes his head and heads for the door. “Do it yourself.”
“Come on,” Alex fumes. “As much as I hate asking for help, I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to get her out of there without some help from your power.”
Evan shakes his head as Laylen rises to his feet, pretty much towering over the two of them. Alex balls his hands into fists as he heads after Evan, red faced, and getting pissed. They start shouting, yelling, and getting in each other’s faces, which is so pointless and gets us nowhere.
I can smell a fight coming and I get to my feet, looking for a way to end it. I rack my brain for something—anything—but I panic when Evan’s arms begin to ignite with flames and I sputter out the first thing I can think of. “Luna is my grandmother and Nicholas is my cousin!”
All three of them come to an abrupt halt and their heads turn towards me.
“What?” Alex asks, his face twisting in disgust. “Nicholas is your what?”
“Cousin,” I say quietly. My shoulders slump as the dirtiness surfaces inside me. “Not only is Nicholas my cousin, but I’m from Royal Fey.”
Saying it aloud makes it all real. I don’t want it to be real. I don’t want to be a Faerie. I don’t want to be royalty. When I really look at it, I don’t want to be a Foreseer with an extraordinary talent, or a Keeper.
I just want to be normal.
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Alex chuckles under his breath as he starts brushing his fingers through my hair. “A Faerie creeper?”
I shrug. “That’s what it was acting like.”
“Creeper or not, Faeries can be dangerous,” Evan says, sliding his cell phone out from his pocket. He swipes his finger across it and starts scrolling through something, dragging his finger down the edge of the screen.
“Do you really think now’s the time to be surfing the Internet?” Alex asks.
Evan holds up a finger with his free hand as he continues to scroll. “Just a second. I’m proving my point.” He mulls over the screen as he lowers his hand. “There it is.” He looks up and then pitches the phone across the room to Alex.
Alex catches it effortlessly; careful not to bump the screen and lose whatever Evan’s trying to show us. I lean over and read, with Alex, the article on the screen.
Early this morning, there was an accident at the City Center when a massive, moving structure crushed through Town Hall, destroying the entire building. At least three people are dead and twenty-three have been injured.
The various reports of what the structure was ranged from a large purple airplane to a giant purple woman. The latter has been linked to severe head trauma in many of the victims. The official cause is still being determined.
I glance up at Alex as he shuts down the screen. “Why would she do that?”
Alex shakes his head and tosses Evan’s phone back to him. “I’m not sure, but we need to find out.”
“We need to get Aislin out of the realm first,” Laylen says. “Then we can chase down crazy, purple, Faerie woman. Aislin can help us, too.” He looks at Alex for help. “You know her, magic is always needed whenever we’re about to do something dangerous.”
“Yeah…” Alex is torn.
“What about the Lost Souls?” I ask. “I saw one of them on the street, too, but they don’t seem to be doing anything.”
Evan stuffs his phone into his pocket. “Besides taking over innocent bodies?”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “This is such a huge mess.”
“A huge mess that needs to be fixed.” Evan rises to his feet. “Which is why I’m going to go figure out how to put the Faeries back where they belong.”
Alex moves his arm off me and gets up, too. “Evan, I get where you’re coming from, but I need your help getting Aislin out of the realm first.” He glances at Laylen. “It’s important.”
Evan shakes his head and heads for the door. “Do it yourself.”
“Come on,” Alex fumes. “As much as I hate asking for help, I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to get her out of there without some help from your power.”
Evan shakes his head as Laylen rises to his feet, pretty much towering over the two of them. Alex balls his hands into fists as he heads after Evan, red faced, and getting pissed. They start shouting, yelling, and getting in each other’s faces, which is so pointless and gets us nowhere.
I can smell a fight coming and I get to my feet, looking for a way to end it. I rack my brain for something—anything—but I panic when Evan’s arms begin to ignite with flames and I sputter out the first thing I can think of. “Luna is my grandmother and Nicholas is my cousin!”
All three of them come to an abrupt halt and their heads turn towards me.
“What?” Alex asks, his face twisting in disgust. “Nicholas is your what?”
“Cousin,” I say quietly. My shoulders slump as the dirtiness surfaces inside me. “Not only is Nicholas my cousin, but I’m from Royal Fey.”
Saying it aloud makes it all real. I don’t want it to be real. I don’t want to be a Faerie. I don’t want to be royalty. When I really look at it, I don’t want to be a Foreseer with an extraordinary talent, or a Keeper.
I just want to be normal.
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