Seventeen
“It’s been almost a year since I saw her,” I rush on, suddenly feeling like I need to convince Violet this is a good idea. “I saved up—I was going to take a bus—and then my aunt found my stash and took it. And then everything went to sh—I mean, um, everything got messed up.”
“Almost a year?” Violet repeats with raised eyebrows. “Em, that’s horrible. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how hard it is to be separated from her for so long.”
“But now I don’t have to be, right? Traveling through the faerie paths is quick and easy. But I can’t do it myself yet, so I need someone’s help.”
Her expression becomes conflicted, and I can sense that tiny voice inside me getting ready to yell, See? I knew it! They don’t really want to help you. “I understand how desperate you must be to see her,
