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Lawrence
A page came and fetched Rhys from his rooms, where he'd been reading, John had been pacing, and I'd… I'd been half-lying on the couch by the window feeling like every breath took more effort than I could afford. Every so often, John would come check on me, but he quickly came to the same conclusion I had—my ability to survive in Faerie waned by the hour. How long would it take for them to find the ends of their paths so I could reach mine and go home?
And where was Reine? Was she all right and keeping ahead of her mother's schemes?
"Your presence is requested in the throne room," the page intoned as though he read from a scroll. "All of you." If I'd not felt so badly, I would have looked to exchange amused glances with John at the page's golden velvet outfit. Poor kid—I hop
