Nine
I repeat the faerie paths spell once more before lifting the knocker on Ryn’s tree and tapping it a few times. A doorway melts into existence with Ryn standing on the other side. His gaze moves past me, examine the forest before returning to me. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to cross this threshold?”
“I wouldn’t risk getting you and your family into trouble, so yes. I am certain.” I stood in front of a mirror back at the mountain just minutes ago, watching the cloud of glowing dust swirl above my head and then descend over my body.
Ryn steps back. “Come on in then.”
I step inside and pause for a second, just in case I did something wrong with the shield charm. But if I have set the alarm off, we won’t know until a guardian knocks on the door here, so I may as well relax for now.
