Twenty-Six
Dash is on his feet a second later, magic crackling around his fingers. “What are you—” He jerks forward, his eyes slide shut, and he collapses on the floor beside the boxes. Behind him is an unfamiliar young man.
I scramble away until my back hits the edge of the desk before pushing myself up. “Aurora, what the hell is this?”
“We should go,” she says to the other faerie. She moves toward me. I launch forward and grab hold of Dash just as something tugs my T-shirt and something else wraps around my arm.
Bright light flares and blinds me, blotting everything out in sudden, brilliant white. When the whiteness fades and I’m able to see again, I find myself in an entirely different place. A garden with flowers and hedges, but the colors are muted and the light is dim. The edges
