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"Na raue of the Fae

"No No more I need a break" Plus, I can’t reh," and I’m exhausted The only tiht me here are when the rebels lock me inside my cell

Okay Room And the rebels haven’t exactly been awful to me They’ve ht threatened me since that first day, but they’re always around They’re alatching, scowling, judging They le chance to escape

Kelia folds her ar, but if she thinks she’s even half as stubborn as I aan these lessons I’ve never in my life crammed so much information intoI returned fro in the Realhter for an exa for

Kelia lectures --her toneclear--but at this point, I don’t care if she turns over hter of Zarrak I can’t learn one more neord I won’t

Kelia finally realizes her words are hitting a wall--a very tired, gruht whooshes out of her

"Fine," she says, a petulant purse to her lips "You hungry?"

"No" We ate lunch no o and had a snack a little before that Besides, I suspect thisfoods and cutlery, and I’ another word of Fae today

I walk to the picnic table and stare at s always look like they’re drawn by a schizophrenic This one is worse than er and messier with a series of lines that cut off abruptly only to begin again a few inches to the right when my mental map scale zooms To a norartner’s drawing, but to a fae who hearsan imprinted anchor-stone Without an anchor-stone or a shadow-reader na the location on his or her map, fae can only fissure to places they’ve memorized It’s sort of like humans and phone numbers: they can remember dozens upon dozens of locations, but if they don’t think about theet them completely

I plop down on top of my map’s orchard, rest my elbows on my knees, and stare down athere, Kelia fissured out TwentyMost of it was for her, but she gave me two pairs of jeans, three new tops, and a pair of black leather boots--high-heeled, of course, because co The jeans are just a sht Kelia’s assured me they look fine--not that I asked or cared--and that the neckline of my azure blouse isn’t too low, but this is definitely not my normal attire I shop sale racks and wear T-shirts This look is way too trendy for me But not too trendy for Kelia

She sits besidepouch tied to her belt, and gazes at the overgrown trailhead cutting through the dense tree line She’s been doing that for three days now, gazing at the trail At first, I thought she aiting for Aren to return I haven’t seen hi curiosity, I haven’t asked where he is Now I’m not so sure he’s the reason for Kelia’s constant head-turning, not unless she has a crush on hiuy--I suspect there are very few fae ouldn’t want to jump into bed with him--but Kelia never sounds love-struck when she mentions Aren’s na this place? I can only hope

As I pick at a thick splinter on the edge of the table, ed to endure three full days of language craet depressed It’s been four days now and I’e, who is used to , sporadic absences Those absences are the reason why I live alone in an apart back when I was a fresh to myself--fae almost always choose to remain invisible to normal humans--my roommate requested to be transferred

I flick the splinter I tore fro to takehold of the first ie that pops into my head "Will he come back?"

Kelia snorts "Probably"