12
Elle
I hustle my butt down Second Avenue. Poor Fred. That guy is in deep trouble. I couldn’t see who was calling to him, but whoever it was? They were seriously ticked off.
And it’s all my fault.
Ah, well. It’s probably for the best. I was getting way too chatty with Fred anyway. Plus, the guy definitely gave off some kind of magical signature. In other words, Fred is not human. And me? I’m the fae warden. Getting to know people with magic can only end with me getting exposed.
As I step along, I keep glancing back toward the L Center. Maybe I’m hoping Fred will step out and follow me.
Okay, I’m totally hoping Fred will appear.
He doesn’t, though. Which is probably for the best. Fred is a distraction. It’s time to move on and forget all about him.
And I will.
Maybe.
