“This is some insidious s**t, right?”
Dylan’s question lingered in the air between them, calling into stark attention the weighty apprehension that pervaded the Green Light Club’s small meeting room. As they stared down at the pile of useless paper trail littering the table, the small leather pouch of pixie dusk seemed to taunt them with everything they didn’t know.
At this point, Xavier had to agree. Forces that had been carefully kept apart for hundreds of years were suddenly bleeding into one another, and not in a “Hi, neighbor!” kind of way, either. No, what lay before them was clear and indisputable evidence of cloak and dagger bullshit of interdimensional proportions.
“What stakes do the fae have in any of this? The rogues must be offering them something that they want, but their
