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Chapter 119: Clever

Corrie stared at the faerie rulers. All her other questions had gone out of her head. They’d been planning this for… years? But what exactly had they been planning? And, perhaps more importantly, had they succeeded? Because whatever their plans were, if hurting Dawn and screwing up their magic with bad information was only part of it, it couldn’t be good news.

Dawn managed to ask first. “But what have you been planning? What’s the purpose of all this?”

Belara looked at Feloc. “Shall we tell them?”

“We might as well,” said Feloc. “They’re not going anywhere.”

Chapter 118: Planning

Corrie gasped, staring at Ever, unable at first to think of anything to say. What was she doing here, being a prisoner of Feloc and Belara? Hadn’t she been careful? The alarm hadn’t even gone off.

“Ever!” cried Edie. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“How did they find out?” Corrie echoed her.

Ever pressed her lips together and stayed silent. Feloc laughed. “Stupid humans and human-loving faeries. Did you really think we had no idea what she was doing? No, we were just waiting to see what you would do.”

Chapter 117: Prisoners

Corrie felt all the blood drain from her face. Siffyd must have known that they were following her. But how? She didn't dare ask. She didn't even know what Feloc and Belara wanted of them--were they going to interrogate them? Keep them in a cage, like where she could see Mardalan just behind them? Try to kill them? She tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry.

All she could think to do was try to force her captors to let her go. "You can't do this," she said. "The... the agreement. You're not allowed to cause harm to humans, remember?"

Chapter 116: Capture

Corrie rubbed at her wrist—it stung, though not as much as she would have thought after having a metal bracelet pulled off of it. She turned and held up her wrist to show her friends. “He stole my bracelet.”

Edie stared at her arm, even reaching out to touch where it was red. “How did he do that? He shouldn’t be able to touch it, should he?”

Corrie shook her head. “I didn’t think so.”

“Maybe some faeries are less sensitive to iron than others,” said Naomi. “Or maybe it’s because it’s stainless steel, not pure iron?”

“That’s never made a difference before,” said Dawn.

No Thursday chapter

Sorry about this :( But my pet rabbit died this morning, and I don't have enough concentration left to write a chapter. Hopefully I'll be bale to make it up to you later.

Chapter 115: Meetings

It was surprisingly easy to follow Siffyd. She didn’t look behind her, and she went exactly where Corrie had expected her to go—crossed the campus and went into the woods, aiming straight for the faerie court. Corrie hurried to get closer to her when they crossed into the trees, afraid to let her out of sight, even though she knew they couldn’t get too close. She glanced back frequently to make sure her friends were still with her.

The Ballad of Troy & Roe, Part 6

Roe’s jaw dropped. That was a really terrible position for him to be in. But all she could say was, “Wow. I’m really glad I already decided I didn’t like you that much after all.”

Troy snorted. Then he burst out laughing. Roe couldn’t help cracking up as well. The few other patrons of the restaurants gave them curious looks, but she didn’t really care. At least something had started to go well.

When they finally stopped laughing, Troy signaled for the check. He paid in cash, then said softly to Roe, “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

Chapter 114: Following

Corrie hung out with Dawn for a while, then went back to the room with the history books to do some more work. She managed to write a little bit of her paper in between looking around for Sarah and checking her email. Naomi emailed her back, but said that she hadn’t seen Sarah.

Chapter 113: Reshelving

Corrie found the section of the library where her history topic—the English Restoration—was kept and took a couple of likely-looking books off the shelf. She was careful to look around the room as she carried them to a table without making it obvious that she was doing so. There were a few other people working in this part of the library, but none were in her particular history section (though she did recognize someone else from her history class, whose topic was apparently longer ago and a few shelves down), so she was able to find a table by herself.

The Ballad of Troy & Roe, Part 5

And the dinner went back to awkward silence. Roe ate her pasta and seafood, thinking as hard as she could about what else she and Troy could talk about, or even a followup to the last topic of conversation. Surely there was something interesting she could say about her magic classes. But she couldn’t concentrate. She kept thinking about Link sitting outside, or the homework she still had to get done that weekend, or anything but the guy sitting across from her.

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