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Rosalia’s POV: No one really knows. Eris’s last comment spins round in my brain when she knocks on the door again. The knowledge that Faeries exist shocks me more than it should as I had always held the firm belief that most myths were based on some sort of foundation of truth. Needless to say, my sudden introduction to the supernatural world - and that I was allegedly a part of it - has shocked me. I’m dimly aware of Eris’s knocking, but it’s like I can’t connect back to reality. Not yet. When the door opens and Eris takes hold of my arm, her touch acts like a bolt of lightning and snaps me back to awareness. Stepping through the crack, I hear the door shut behind me and Eris. Turning to look at the room in front of me, I notice Ash and Mara standing near each other on one side. The mom