20
WYATT
At first, nothing happened. Colorful smoke swirled inside the looking glass, and I wondered if the f*****g thing was broken or if Farrah didn’t know how to use it.
But then the smoke faded away, revealing a scene, like watching a TV screen. I leaned over Farrah’s shoulder to take a better look.
In the scene, Daleigh entered a big, white tent, where dozens of cots were spread, and dozens of fae lay on them. With a grim expression, Daleigh knelt beside an old male.
Beside me, Farrah inhaled a sharp breath.
That was when I realized the male wasn’t old. His magic had left him and he was slowly dying. Holding his hand tight, Daleigh whispered something to him. In a moment, the male fae closed his eyes and his hand went slack.
Daleigh gritted his teeth. But when he looked out to
