Eighteen
Mom screams and scrambles backward across her bed. Calla and Dash, visible now, rush into the room. Calla goes immediately to the wall and scribbles across it. “We have to go,” she calls to me.
“What? I don’t under—”
“It’s a Guild alarm. It was set for you.”
“But I only just … Mom, it’s okay, it’s me.” I ignore Calla and Dash and approach Mom cautiously. “Everything’s fine, Mom. Don’t worry about the alarm.” I reach for her, but she shrinks back, slapping wildly at my hands. “It’s okay, it’s just me,” I say desperately. “It’s Emmy. Your daughter. I came to—”
“Em, we gotta go.” Dash takes my arm and pulls me toward the faerie paths.
“No!” I wrench my arm free. “I need to get her!”
“What? No, we can’t take her with us.”
“I won’t leave without her!”
“You can’t take her throu
