Twenty-Seven
“Why are we in Chelsea’s backyard?” I ask the moment the darkness clears and I find myself on crunchy, half-dead grass.
“We need that last box,” Dash says. “The one with the files. We might still find something useful in there. We can take it back to the oasis and then—” he runs a hand through his hair “—then we can try to figure out what the heck we just ran from and where we were.”
“And what an Unseelie prince and princess have to do with any of it.”
Dash’s mouth drops open. “Did you say—”
“I did.”
“Wow. So that’s why she tried to help you escape from the Guild. She wanted to take you to the Unseelies. Wait, but why did they let you go so easily now?”
I sigh. “I’ll explain later.”
“Hey, there you guys are,” a familiar voice says. Violet walks around the side of the h
