“I don’t know. I really don’t. It’s been hundreds of years since I’ve seen or even been around one. But the way my body responded to her last night. The way my skin prickled and then the light. Her friend that left with her is a witch. A powerful witch. Well, she’s untrained, so she’s not there yet, but she has potential. Anyway, she saw it too and tried to protect Everlee by casting her own blue ball of light. It wasn’t the same and anyone that has seen a fae light before would know. Fortunately, I don’t think many in the club have, but I’m sure there were a few.”
“A true fae? What does this mean for us?”
“I don’t know yet, but she may be able to destroy Samara and free us all.”
“Which is why Samara wants her?”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“We have to find her,” Knox says, clapping his hands.
“Slow down Romeo,” Emmett reminds.
“We have to be careful about this.”
“Not too careful. Samara wants Everlee, and she’ll stop at nothing to get her. Even using the underfae to do it. She’d have a field day granting wishes for them. She could turn everyone against Everlee. We have to hurry. We don’t know how far behind we are.”
EVERLEE - THE UNSAFE SAFE HOUSE
I’vemovedaroundfromthe couch to the kitchen, to the wall, to the bed, back to the couch and now I am standing in the kitchen staring in a mostly empty refrigerator. There are three eggs, a splash of orange juice in a container without a lid and a jar of pickles. It’s almost lunchtime and I’m starving, but I’m not allowed to leave.
“Lizzy.” I stomp my foot. “I’m so hungry.”
“She said not to go anywhere and that she’d be back soon.”
Exasperated, I throw my hands up in the air, “Soon is relative. Is soon a few minutes, hours, or days.”
“I forgot how hangry you get.”
“Stop. It’s a reasonable hour to eat lunch. Can’t you conjure up something for us?”
“No can do mon frere. Magic doesn’t work inside the charms she put in place.”
“What can I do? Liz, this is ridiculous.”
She looks at her phone. “I’m trying to protect you.”
“You’ve been doing that all morning.”
“What?”
“Checking your phone.”
“So. I need to see what time it is.”
“Lies. Who are you waiting for?”
She sighs. “Fine. I reached out to a few elders and I’m waiting on them to call me back.”
“Do they know how to use a phone?”
“They may be old, but they’ve learned to adapt to the modern wonders.”
“So that’s a no?”
“I’m still teaching them, but they know enough.”
“Why don’t we go to them?”
