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Fuck. I can’t believe that any of that just happened. I dream wandered into the fey realm? Or to the fey dream realm, at least.

And the fey threatened Flyn.

My stomach flips over. Despite my sweaty state, and it being summer, I suddenly feel cold.

They can’t hurt Flyn. I know they can’t. Gray would be more worried if he thought they could.

So it’s fine. Everything is fine.

But perhaps I should do the right thing and not take any risks. Play it safe, just in case.

Maybe I should stay away from Flyn. For his own good.

Chapter sixteen

Flyn

“Earth to Flyn?”

I blink and find myself pinned by my sister’s ferocious glare. Oh crap, I’m in trouble.

“Have you been listening to a word I’ve been saying?” she snaps.

Yep. I’m definitely in trouble. Frantically, I look around. We are standing in my tiny kitchen. There is a giant laundry bag on the floor, and the door to the washing machine is open. The machine looks stuffed full of Sorcha’s things.

I swallow. “Your washing machine broke again.”

The power of deduction is great, because my recollection has vanished. I only vaguely remember Cara waltzing into my apartment after letting herself in with her key.

Cara rolls her eyes. “And the other stuff I’ve been talking about for the last ten minutes?”

I stare at her helplessly while frantically hoping my brain will give me something. Anything. But it’s crickets and tumble weed in my head.

“Sorry,” I wince, admitting defeat.

Cara sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. “So, what’s up?”

“Jade hasn’t answered any of my texts for fifty-two hours!” I blurt frantically.

Her eyes narrow. “Ghosting people is childish.”

My entire body recoils. The very idea of Jade wanting to ghost me, makes me feel physically sick. I don’t think he’d do that. But I don’t know how to explain that, and I know damn well that ghosting is exactly what it looks like.

“Normally I would agree, Sis. But Jade has been through some serious shit. He’s got a thousand reasons not to behave like an undamaged person.”

Cara’s expression turns thoughtful. “What kind of shit?”

I sigh and run my hand through my hair. “Not my place to say.”

Cara nods in acceptance, but I can tell she isn’t getting it. She’s going all big sister and blaming Jade for hurting my feelings. And I can’t stand that. I don’t want her thinking badly of Jade.

“But it’s really dark shit!” I add.

Her eyes widen.

“Darker than that,” I say as I watch her mind whirl. “Darker than you can imagine.”

Her nose wrinkles up. “Flyn, you know my imagination is pretty fucked up, right? You’ve seen the books I read?”