“Juniper, this is no joke –“ Faiza growls. “She has said, expressly, that you are not to come –“ “Okay, then why is it forbidden?” I snap, putting my fork down. “Is it because it’s dangerous for me and she cares so much about my safety?” Faiza narrows her eyes and straightens her shoulders, not
“What else are we gonna do, if not go to the temple?” I ask, looking up at Orion with wide eyes, spreading my hands wide. “Plan our assault on my father, educate you about your future kingdom, plan our wedding,” Orion suggests, the final word coming out from between clenched teeth. A gasp sounds
Anton falls in on my lefthand side and Laila on my right. I glance over my shoulder to see both Orion, Faiza, and Blythe following moodily behind. “You feel good about this?” Laila asks, glancing over at me. “I do!” I say, cheerful. I tilt my head to the side, considering her as we move forward.
But Orion regains his balance and just raises his head with a sigh, shaking it as if to clear it. “No, it’s fine, I’m good. Just…always weird, when all of your magic instantly disappears.” “Was your magic like…holding you up?” I ask, my face twisting a bit with confusion. “I don’t know,” Orion s
Blythe’s shoulders droop at the sight of it too, and, seeing that, Orion straightens his. He doesn’t wanting to be quite as pathetic as the guy who was just a slug for three days. “Yeah, our Tony-boy was a scrappy little underdog in this whole thing, wasn’t he?” Faiza says, crossing her arms and g
“Yes, June,” Orion says, smirking and pointing up at the temple, deliberately provoking me and clearly enjoying himself. “It is right there. See?” “And did you just miss the fact that we’ve been wandering around in circles?” I snap, throwing my hands out wide as I gesturing around at the narrow st
“Okay, lil girlie,” I say, smiling at her. “Show us what you’ve got.” The butterfly takes its cue, lifting off my hand and beginning to float down the street towards the intersection, where we’re forced to go either left or right. We all move after it, moving at a quick pace to keep up. To my sh
“The ‘how’ of how all of these people get here,” Faiza says on a sigh, “is a more complicated question. Usually they slip through by accident. Or some are born here. But the why is not as difficult – the City of Life is the only place on this whole planet that isn’t a wasteland. I mean, you’ve got s