Fifteen
You’re not dead, I whisper silently the next morning as I get dressed. You’re not dead, you’re not dead, and I will find you. Despite the fact that I get no response, I tell myself that somehow Chase can hear me.
The witch’s warning echoes at the back of my mind as I walk into the Guild under the cover of invisibility. I know it will weaken me to conceal myself, but this is too important an opportunity to pass up. With the Seelie Palace party only four days away now, this could be our last chance to find a way there. Wearing a brunette and orange wig and a tan jacket borrowed from Lumethon in place of the black one I always wear, I climb the stairs to Olive’s office. Filigree’s small shape is a comforting warmth in my pocket. I considered telling him to go back to my room when I
