I had grown up hearing stories of the Fae people. Everyone had. If we didn’t eat our vegetables, the Fae mistress would take us as we slept. If we looked in the mirror and said ‘cursed Fae, take me away’ three times in a row, we would be dragged to hell through the mirror. Everyone knew those stories and a thousand more like them. But that’s all they were - stories. The Fae people weren’t real. They couldn’t be! But here was Elijah telling me that he was Fae and we were standing in the land of the Fae right now.
“Fae aren’t real.” I say more to myself than him. “They can’t be! Elijah, please. If you’re messing with me, now would be the time to fess up. This is too much! And even if this was real, what’s it to do with me?”
“I assure you it’s real. Just look around. Your bloodline - the
