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220 Ava: The Fae Ward (II)

"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.

trust Sister Miriam, who nods when I glance in her

family and friends even in

Ward, child."

produces an archaic bronze key that glows with a subtle shimmer and inserts

feeling out of place and uneasy, and Marcus steps forward without a word to go

us in," Layla says in a monotone spiel that says she's

quick nod, before passing

the portal from Blackwood lands

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abrupt change, an walk into a medieval world that belongs in picture

It's green.

stories about knig and maidens. Everything is just so much more,

th has me gaping. A

a little at

colors-at least to my eyes -but it's like I've walked

realm is another world, in a sense. Like a sister

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 has eyes so

absurdity of it all, half-expecting them to vanish in

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place feels like home. Like my old

joy through our bond, a warm glow that spreads from my chest to my toes. She takes a deep breath, her nose

the scents of the Fae realm. Even the

she muses, a hint of nostalgia in her

her what she means when I

Layla stepping through the portal, the gnome walking briskly toward

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

diminutive stature will allow. "They are under the protection of Sister Miriam," she says, her voice surprisingly authoritative for someone so small. "I need to bring the to the

on their faces. Silver Eyes exchanges a glance with his partner, before giving me a

off, leaving us scrambling to keep up. Vanessa falls into step beside me, her eyes wide as she takes in the sights and sounds of the Fae realm. "This is

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