Jennet pulled off the sim helmet and took a deep breath. That had been… different. Encouraging, on one hand, that there had been no sign of fey magic—but also a little disturbing. She couldn’t shake the feeling the faeries were just biding their time. It couldn’t be this easy.
JAround her, the other members of the beta team were pulling off their gear. Spark hopped out of her sim chair and stretched from side to side. She didn’t seem to care that Roy couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Have to stay limber,” she said. “Some day they need to invent a standing rig.”
“Interesting idea,” Jennet’s dad said. “Write that down.”
Mr. Chon hurried up, carrying his tablet. “It’s about time,” he said. “I expected you all forty-seven minutes ago.”
“That’s odd.” Coranne Smith glanced down at the shiny,
