Twenty-Five
“It feels a lot longer than five or six days since I was here,” I say to Dash as we stand in the back parking lot of Stanmeade Elementary School. “And I don’t know if I’m doing this glamour thing correctly.” Violet gave me a lesson last night, and another one this morning, but I’m still not really sure what I’m doing.
“Unfortunately we’ll only know if it isn’t working if a human looks over and sees you,” Dash says, “and by then it’ll be too late.”
“It would have helped if you’d brought us out of the faerie paths a little closer to Chelsea’s house. Like in her backyard, perhaps.”
“Okay, so here’s something you may not know yet, Em,” he says, leaning against a car and facing me. “It takes a lot of focus to land in exactly the right spot when using the faerie paths, and the fu
