Fourteen
“Crap.” I stumble backward in my haste to put some distance between me and these faeries. “You guys are part of that Griffin rebel movement, aren’t you.”
“Yes.” Confusion crosses Violet’s face. “Which is a good thing. It means we’re on your side.”
“But … you’re the bad guys.”
“Uh, no we’re not,” Calla says.
“That’s what the Guild—what everyone in this world—says.”
“Of course that’s what the Guild says. They don’t trust us. They want to track our every move or lock us up so we can’t use our ‘dangerous’ magic without supervision. They just tried to do the same thing to you.”
I hesitate, because she’s right, of course. “They … they said you attack people.”
Ryn’s expression darkens. “Is that what they’re telling people now?”
“They’ll twist any story to their advantage,” Viole
