Day Forty-Eight and a Half
Dear Diary,
The moment I step through the red door, the appearance of the fae door vanishes. The greenhouse becomes merely a glass structure again.
Crickets chirp. The heavy smell of wet grass hangs in the air. The moon hides behind a dark cloud. It’s all here, yet none of it seems real.
Did I truly just walk though a fae door and find King Tristan? That’s some freaky stuff. It’s also what Dare’s has been after for ages.
On reflex, I check my palm once again. The white magical line still glows on my skin. There’s no pulse that shows Dare has received my message. A fresh sense of worry winds through me.
I shake it off. Dare is a big guy. A really large dude, as a matter of fact. The Ley Queen was very clear that I must finish this quest without fae help in g
