Twenty-Four
Switching time zones so often is messing with my mind. I feel like it should be the middle of the night by the time I leave the healing institute with Dash—because it is the middle of the night there—but it’s early evening when we reach the oasis. Violet and Ryn are preparing dinner while Jack sits at the kitchen table doing homework.
“She’s a faerie,” I announce to them as I walk in. “She’s a faerie with a Griffin Ability, but they can’t sense her magic, and she doesn’t look like a faerie, and she’s currently too confused and upset to explain anything to anyone, so … yeah. That’s the situation.”
“And the plot thickens,” Dash says, rubbing his hands together.
“Dash!” I punch his arm. “This is my life, not some mystery novel.”
“Jeez, sorry, I know.” He walks into the kitche
