Fourteen
We hurry out of the paths into a moonlit living room. I step away from Chase, looking around to get my bearings. Through one of the large windows I see a bright moon reflected on a lake, and there’s that distinct magic-less feeling in the air that I’ve come to associate with the human realm. Whose home are we in? What time zone are we in? I don’t have time to ask, though. Chase unlocks a door and pulls me through it—but instead of entering another room of the house, we’re inside the faerie paths once more, running again, as though it’s possible the witch might be following us.
I slam into the back of Chase as he stops abruptly. A moment later, a door opens in front of him. We run into an empty room with stairs and Chase slams the door shut behind us, locking it with the gold key
