Two
Seconds later, I rush through the lake house living room to the faerie door, pulling the key from one of my pockets. DAMN, MY HAND IS BURNING. Then I’m in another dark space, and then through a door into the foyer, and finally I’m back at Gaius’s mountain home. My mountain home, seeing as nowhere else is safe for me anymore. I fled the Guild after they discovered my Griffin Ability, and they’ve been watching the homes of my family and friends ever since.
I hurry upstairs to Gaius’s study—burning, burning, burning hand—and find him bent over a spider-like contraption that appears to be shooting sparkling dust from one spindly leg and ink splatters from another. “Mission number one complete,” I announce, marching across the room and managing to feel immensely pleased with myself despit
