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“I know, but…” I waver, replaying over what the god of darkness said. “He spoke as if Sky was his queen before.”
East’s brows draw together. “Now that you mention it, he kind of did, didn’t he?”
I nod, worry stirring through me. “He also seemed so possessive of her. And I get it. She’s the power source of the elemental enchanter god. But why is he so fixated on her when there’s four other power sources out there?”
“Maybe he already has them.” He frowns. “Maybe she’s the final piece he needs to do whatever it is he plans on doing with all that power.”
Dread creeps through me, but I quickly stifle it, knowing it’s going to interfere with the wave.
“He said he’d find us again and he’d have help when he did,” Easton mutters worriedly. “Who the hell do you think he has helping him?”
“Maybe the hunters—they were the ones who helped him take over the school.” I pause. “I wouldn’t be surprised, though, if he has some elemental protectors of darkness helping him.” As my thoughts get distracted, the wave becomes wobbly. “We should probably discuss this later. Right now, we need to get her out of here.”
He nods and then we move the wave forward, moving with it as we exit the portal.
Through all of the chaos, I’d almost forgotten that a). We have no idea where we’re going to end up and b). We’re not sure if this is really were Porter is, that it all depends on how good of a portal we created.
That’s the thing with portals. One small error and you could end up walking straight into some random place, like say, the Underworld. I know since Easton and I ended up once accidentally opened a portal to the Underworld and let some grim reapers into the house through it. Thankfully, my parents helped us get the reapers back into the portal. But my parents aren’t here right now, which means if we messed this up, we’re going to have to fix it on our own. It worries me a bit, and I hold my breath as we step out of the last of the warm, rainbow light, and into…
I stumble as my feet land onto a solid, dirt ground. I quickly regain my balance and hurriedly peer around. Tall, leafy trees, crystalized vibrant flowers blooming everywhere, and a glittery blue sky…
“Wait… Are we in the fey world?” I ask, shock whipping through me.
Shit, this is bad. Really, really bad.
While the fey world can be a tranquil place, the fey themselves are often tricky, manipulative creatures. The kind of creatures we definitely don’t want finding out what Sky is.
I think we may have messed up big time.
Foster
I almost grab Sky, spin around, and jump back through the portal, but it’s already closed, so I’m left stuck where I am, trying to figure out what to do next.
“Well crap, we are in the fey world,” Easton mumbles as he glances around at the trees covered with pale purple sunlight.
“Why would Porter be here?” I ask, then realize we’re still holding Sky up with the wave. “Here. Let’s set her down.”
We carefully lower the wave to the ground then slowly dim our powers until the ice melts.
Blowing out a breath, I wipe my sweaty palms on the sides of my jeans then turn in a circle, trying to figure out if Porter is really here, or if we messed up with the portal.
As far as I know, Porter doesn’t often visit the fey world. But I don’t spend a ton of time with him either, partly because he’s secretive and partly because he gets into trouble frequently, and danger and being an elemental enchanter don’t mix.
“He comes here sometimes.” Easton rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and shakes the water off his hands. “Porter, I mean.”
I give him a questioning glance. “How do you know that?”
He shrugs, avoiding my gaze, pretending to be fixated with the vines swaying from the tree branches. “Because I’ve come here a couple of times with him.”
Okay, that’s news to me.
“When?” I wonder. “And how did I not know about this?”
He shrugs again. “Just because
we’re twins doesn’t mean we know everything about each other.”
“I know, but coming to the fey world… Usually creatures only come here to get into trouble.” Sure, East occasionally gets into trouble, but nothing too major.
