25As soon as the coffeemaker stopped its chugging and sputtering, I poured a much needed, huge mug and settled at the dining table with my laptop. Last night had been rough and strange, yet oddly liberating. After a night like that, I was so thankful to have the entire day off.
When I first woke up I’d searched my pockets and found a fresh five-dollar bill and a scrap of paper with the words Taisteal ar an Álfaer and Bronntanas do Beira scrawled on it.
To say I was freaked out was putting it lightly.
Also, my lips missed Gideon.
Who was Uldwynah? How did those items get next to my bed? What did she mean about “my legacy”?
And what was that strange little door on the other side of the dining room? How had I not noticed it before?
My fingers nearly let go of my mug. My eyes widened, an
