25
Agatha
Jacoby and I make the long march out of the Seelie Palace and across the misty landscape. We pause near the same place where we first entered.
The silent walk has given me a chance to think through everything that happened with the Moonbeam Mirror.
Jacoby stops and summons an orb of power. No doubt about it. Jacoby’s opening a fae door that leads back to his cottage.
I set my hand on his forearm. “We need to talk.”
Jacoby lowers his arms; the magical sphere vanishes. “Certainly. What do you wish to discuss?”
“Jacoby, I’m not the Mistress of Moonbeams. Maybe I’m part of her court, but I’m not her.”
“You seem rather convinced of that on very little evidence either.”
“Of all people, you should know how it works with elves. They toy with each other all the time.”
“It’s not
