them just in time and frowned at him.
“What do you mean you don’t need them? Do you see in the dark?” She pushed them into the pack too.
Soap laughed, he had a contagious warm laugh that made you want to smile.
“No we have witch light, we can all conjure it up if needed. I don’t even need witch light. I am part Teleen, so I just let some of my element of lightning to glow out of me. I can see just fine with that. We fey have lots of powers you will get to see and know on this trip. Ilarial tells me you have a lot to learn when it comes to using your own powers, so pay attention.” His handsome smile flashed back at her again.
Shade stared hard at him. “What do you mean my powers? I don’t have any powers.”
Soap grinned at her and laughed again. “All fey have powers, even half-bloods like you. Don’t underestimate yourself ever, Shade. It could be your undoing.” He looked at her seriously now, eyes flashing like spilling honey.
She could have sworn that he had had green eyes before. They seemed to change into different colors every time she looked at him. Shade gulped and nodded. What can you say to that? There was nothing she could really say so she just quietly agreed. She also felt a little shaken, and his stern voice kept her in check.
They headed out the front door, and Shade locked then stared at the door. She had a gut feeling that she might not see it or the rest of the house again. It felt like butterflies knotted her stomach. She had not thought much about how much she would miss her family as much as right now. She didn’t even get to say goodbye. Her hand reluctantly fell to her side from the doorknob as she turned towards the street. She sighed, nothing like saying goodbye without a goodbye .
They walked silently in the direction of the forest, passing all the houses and buildings she knew. The day was brilliant and warm, and slightly breezy. Some kids were playing in their front yards, hollering and screaming as they ran around. Shade’s ponytail tossed about her with each small gust.
She watched Soap walking ahead of her. His sword was still strapped to his back as his long golden brown hair was swaying in the air. She stopped, realizing how different they must look to everyone on the street. Most people don’t walk down the street in tunics and have swords strapped to their backs. “Um, Soap?”
He turned, stopping to look at her and noticed the horror on her face. He quickly darted his eyes around and looked for any signs of danger.
She jogged to come beside him. “Don’t we look unusual walking around in the streets dressed like Robin Hood, and not wearing modern day clothes? And your sword, why hasn’t it freaked everyone passing us or driving by?” She watched him as he grinned and relaxed, that smile was getting to be unnerving.
“We are glamoured, Shade. I have extended glamour over both of us to appear like we are just two teenagers walking along in grunge clothes. Besides Jack, I am the only one who ventures out into the iron cities and gets to mingle among humans. Fey cannot tolerate cold iron for long periods of time without becoming ill. Jack and I, on the other hand, are fey but our element is like electricity. Metal and lightning are attracted to each other. So, the iron doesn’t even faze us at all.”
Shade listened closely, beginning to slowly understand this phenomenon.
He turned back and began walking again. “I kind of like wandering around the city sometimes, it’s soothing to me. I like to people watch or just blend in sometimes. We must hurry. It’s already getting to be late morning, and the plan was to leave around ten a.m. I think we might be late.”
Shade scrambled after him.
Chapter Four
T he entourage filled the entranceway with all their things spread out in massive mounds. It was almost time to leave the Faery’s dwelling. Everyone was stuffing bags or strapping last minute weapons onto their bodies. Braelynn looked up
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