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Elle
Was it only a few minutes ago I was sharing the most epic kiss ever?
Why, yes. Yes, it was.
And now, a horde of wizards march Alec away. I pull on my inner fae power. A small cloud of fairy dust hovers over my palm. I send it out to find Gustav. Sure, the mice ran away when the wizards showed. Still, they wouldn’t have gone far.
The silver mist flies off my hand and into the nearby grasses. Gustav marches out.
“We lost the cat,” says Gustav.
I kneel. This way, I can better chat with Gustav and still keep my voice low. You never know; a rogue wizard may still be lurking nearby.
“I’m not worried about that,” I whisper. “I need you to—”
“On it, Elle.” Gustav takes off in Alec’s direction.
Clever mouse.
Rising, I brush some bits of grass off my skirts. Tonight was a disaster
