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"Oh. I understand." Glancing toward Sister Miriam, I'm not sure how to feel about being separated from my benefactor.

She inclines her head. "If at any time you wish to speak to me, just let the Fae know."

"I was under the impression you would be with us," Vanessa cuts in, suspicion written all over her face in giant, bold letters. "How are we supposed to trust whoever you're handing us to?" "You're still under her protection," Layla sighs. "She just can't come into the Fae Ward. For our sakes."

The gnome's gaze flicks to Vanessa and Marcus, and she mutters under her breath, "The paperwork for a bunch of pack wolves to get admitted in such circumstances is going to be a nightmare as it

is."

If your teacher is in the Fae Ward, we need to go there, Selene interjects, her tone firm. No matter what. That is why we are here.

Resting my hand on her head, I turn to Layla. "Will our phones still work in the Fae Ward?"

"Phones?" The gnome blinks at me, and for the first time I realize that her pupils are bare pinpricks, making her eyes seem even larger. Then those same eyes widen, and I swear for a moment that something sparkles within them. "Ah, telecommunication devices! Yes! They will still function."

There's an excitement in her words that almost buzzes from her, and Vanessa steps between us in a casual motion. "To send and

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receive calls from outside the city?"

"Of course, of course. We worked that out aeons ago." Layla scoffs, as though our questions are over the top.

But-aeons?

Marcus frowns, and I grab his arm with a gentle squeeze, shaking

my head slightly. From how Layla speaks about phones, calling

them telecommunication devices, I don't think she's the one to give us the best information.

Sister Miriam, who nods when I glance in

family and friends even

Ward, child."

with our hesitance, Layla produces an archaic bronze key that glows with a subtle shimmer and inserts it into the

already has us all feeling out of place and uneasy, and Marcus steps forward without a word

you get there, so I can check us in," Layla says in a monotone spiel that says she's said this

glances toward Vanessa, who gives a quick nod, before passing through. Then it's my

the portal from Blackwood lands to

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change, an walk into a medieval world that

It's green.

the prose in old, rambling stories about knig and maidens. Everything is just so much more, the sky more vas the colors more

to behold, a mix of modern and fantasy th has me gaping.

that shimmer in the sunlight. And their ears? They're pointed. Just a little at

to my eyes -but it's like I've

sense. Like a sister world

pair of Fae men standing guard on either side of Marcus. They're taller than any of us, and dressed in brown leather armor that looks like it's been plucked straight out of a Robin Hood poster. Their hair is long and braided, and comfortingly brown. One has blue eyes that hold the chill of winter, and another

sheer absurdity of it all, half-expecting them

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This place feels like

bond, a warm glow that spreads from my chest to my

scents of the

muses, a hint of nostalgia in

to ask her what she means when I hear

over my shoulder to see Vanessa and Layla stepping through the portal, the gnome walking briskly toward the Fae guards

guards says, his voice deep and commanding. He eyes us warily, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword at his

under the protection of Sister Miriam," she says, her voice surprisingly authoritative for someone so small. "I need to bring the to the Wizard's Tower. Ava Grey, Blackwood Pack, and her

faces. Silver Eyes exchanges a glance with

his heel and strides off, leaving us scrambling to keep up. Vanessa falls into step beside me, her eyes wide as she takes in the

in agreement, my gaze drawn to a group of Fae children plaving some kind of game