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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.

have to trust Sister Miriam, who nods when I glance in

contact your family and friends even in the

Ward, child."

with our hesitance, Layla produces an archaic bronze key that glows with a subtle shimmer

natural around here already has us all feeling out of place and uneasy,

check us in," Layla says in a monotone spiel

a quick nod,

portal from Blackwood

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an walk into a

It's green.

Everything is just so much

and fantasy th has me gaping. A group of Fae women stroll by, their hair in shad of lavender, turquoise,

their ears? They're pointed. Just a little at the tip for some,

are plenty of Fae in more natural colors-at least to my eyes -but it's like

another world, in a sense. Like a

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 silver that a shiver goes

it all,

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tail wags in excitement. This place

our bond, a warm glow that spreads from my chest to my toes. She takes a

she inhales the scents of the

muses, a hint of nostalgia in

what she means when I hear

and Layla stepping through the portal, the gnome

one of the guards says, his voice deep and commanding. He eyes us warily, his

as her 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

the looks on their faces. Silver Eyes exchanges a glance with his partner, before giving me a nod. "Very well.

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 not what I

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