CHAPTER THREE
When I stepped outside of the fairy circle, my phone dinged with a text. I hated the thing from its guts of chemical and twisted metal to its dead plastic exterior, but it had its uses. Only a few people had my number, and when I pulled it from my pocket, I saw the message had come from Max.
"What now?" I asked Sir Raleigh, who had resumed his perch on my shoulder. I could feel him doing something with my hair, but I didn't feel like questioning what.
Max's text surprised me, making my eyebrows raise again. If I wasn't careful, I'd lose my reputation as mischievous but jaded fae, and worse, get forehead wrinkles.
Have message for you. Meet me at ILR?
I checked the sky - it was about 6:00 p.m., so most of the scientists would have gone home. I wondered if that included Se
