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Danger!The Summer Fae within me screams, warning me to avoid this conflict. But I won’t. For her, I will do anything. Talk to anyone.

I need to know Elva is alright.

A large fist snakes out and grabs the neck of my sweater. “I asked you a question, dock-boy.”

Ah. Now I recognized Frank. He had come here before. I swallow, tightening my grip on my clipboard. “I don’t know much,” I said truthfully. “I just thought she would come to see me tonight. They told me that she recommended me for this position.”

The Fae furrows his brow, and a hoarse chuckle escapes him. He relinquishes his grip on my sweater, and I stumble back. “No, that wasn’t her. That was me. I like you because you’re not a hard-ass.”

My mouth falls open, and I have lost the ability to think of words. My mind is swirling with a million thoughts. Before, I had been concerned about her dying. But now?

Now Iknewsomething was wrong.

If she thought about me even a fraction as much as I thought about her, she would have come back.

Unless something had happened.

Against my better judgment, I blurt out, “Where is she?”

Frank’s brow rises. He studies me for a moment before shaking his head. “That I can’t say. She quit six months ago. Just stopped showing up.” A moment passes before he gestures toward the paperwork. “Is that for me, or...”

“Oh, yeah...” I had over the clipboard, wrapping my arms around myself.

Six months ago.

My stomach roils, and suddenly, my entire body feels like it's made of ice. He’s wrong, I know it. She didn’t quit.

Something has happened.

“Hey, what do I put here?” Frank’s mouth is contorted as he stares at the paperwork. He reads off a few lines, and I tell him what to write in a daze.

He thanks me again, smirking at my stupid expression, and stalks back to his boat.

The boat pulls out as I stuff the paperwork into my backpack. Grabbing my wallet, I take a look around the place. I won’t be coming back. I’m getting answers today, one way or another.

The door slams shut behind me just as Adam is walking towards the dock.

“Oh, hey, Nathaniel!” he calls out. “There’s a new bar in town, do you want to go tonight?”

I shake my head, hoisting the bag on my back. “Sorry, can’t!”

He protests, but I tune him out as I break into a steady run.

I am going back to Akron’s apartment and I won’t be leaving without any answers.

Chapter18

We’re Leaving

ELVA

"Get up, you lazy Fae." Veronica's voice comes from above my cot, breaking through my drug-induced haze. Everything is numb, and nothing matters anymore.

"Has it been a week already?" I mumble incoherently. My tongue feels thick in my mouth, and my eyes feel glued shut as I try to force myself back to consciousness.

I could have sworn they took me to shower only two days ago, but after the months I've been trapped down here, I've lost all sense of time. The iron cuffs on my hands feel like the heaviest of weights.

My owl barely calls out to me at all anymore.

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