Twenty-Three
“Ugh!” I stamp the floor with my newly transformed heel. “That traitorous thief!” Nate must have taken the disc the same night we returned from the labyrinth. Why? To give it to Zell? To use it himself?
“Violet? Is there a problem?”
Now is definitely not the best time to ponder Nate’s motivations. “Nope. Everything is just peachy. Let’s go.” I slam the drawer shut with such force that the table bangs against the wall. I slowly count to five before turning around. Ryn has already opened a doorway in the air and is tapping his foot impatiently. I take his outstretched hand and step into the void with him, doing my best to keep my mind blank.
As the darkness of the faerie paths dissolves, I find we’re standing beside a road lined on either side with tall trees. High above us,
