Thirty-Eight DASH The only place Dash wanted to go was home. First, to reassure his mother he hadn’t met a horrible end at the hands of the Unseelies, then to send a message to Ryn, and lastly, to enjoy a proper shower and a good sleep. But he knew that after almost a week of unexplained absence, he needed to report to the Guild first. So, with the traveling candle blazing in his hand, he pictured the inside of the Creepy Hollow Guild’s entrance room—and that’s exactly where he appeared moments later. The light faded to reveal two guardians with weapons pointed directly at him, probably due to his unorthodox arrival. “Dash?” one of them said, lowering her sword. “You’re not dead.” Dash raised both eyebrows. “Nope.” “Is that a candle?” the guy next to her asked, his knives vanishing as

