“Lizzi!” Wes yelled as he cradled her head and looked at her swollen eye.
“She’s caught in a premonition, and I can help her if you let me go.” Zaki said, sitting as if he was an invited guest relaxing on the couch.
“You are a demon, I can see that now, and you’re not touching her. You’ll be going to prison.”
Wes couldn’t explain how he knew, but he saw it in Zaki’s eyes as if he had looked at his soul. And he wasn’t sure how to control a demon or what he was capable of. There weren’t very many of them as they lived in the shadows between the worlds.
“No, I won’t, noble creature. I have amnesty here in Avalon, and to correct you, I’m only part demon, my mother was from Shangri-La. But I must say, I’m impressed with your perception because not many can come to that conclusion. Being a Nerabethian must allow you to sense such things.” Zaki smiled, and then held out the silver cuffs in front of him. “Well, being part demon has its perks, but I’m not here to commit demonish crimes and whatnot. I have a much bigger plan that involves the Etherworld, Izzet and the Everspell that is still very much alive and in the game.”
Wes snatched the cuffs from Zaki as he sat passively on the couch with hands folded in front of him.
“What are you, working for Izzet?”
Lizzi made a whimper as he glanced at her and then quickly back at Zaki. Wes wished Deravon or even Eli was here, and thought they would be to help him with this half-demon.
“She has the answers we need, but her premonitions have no guidance. I can help her.” Zaki kept his dark eyes on him. “I know you don’t know me enough to trust me, but if I wanted to do something, I would’ve done it by now. And besides, Lizzi’s premonitions will get worse and I don’t know if you know this, but they will kill her before she even gets a grey hair on her head.” Zaki’s eyes glanced at Lizzi lying on the floor with a pillow under her head. “Let me help her, Wes, I’m asking.”
Wes knew Lizzi’s premonitions and scrying took a lot out of her, and even though Zoey never let the words pass through her lips, death would come to her. Wes always thought Lizzi’s premonitions and scrying were magical abilities, not a disease that slowly took your life away.
Suddenly, Lizzi sat up with her eyes open and blankly staring in front of her. Before Wes could get to her, Zaki jumped off the couch and knelt in front of her.
“Can you see me, Lizzi?” He asked searching her eyes with his.
Her mouth trembled and she looked around the room as if she was searching for something in her darkness. Wes stood behind Zaki, and knew he should stop him, but he felt a sudden sense of trust, and knew he wouldn’t hurt Lizzi.
“Wes?” Lizzi questioned.
“He’s with me, follow my voice.” Zaki gently commanded. “Lizzi,” he prompted.
“I can hear you, but it’s dark…the premonition isn’t letting me out.” Her face swelled with fear and voice fluttered with panic. “Wes!” She yelled.
“Lizzi, listen to me, it’s Zaki, and I can guide you, but you have to let me in.”
“How?” she cried.
Gently, Zaki ran his hands over each side of her face and cradled her cheeks. Lizzi’s paleness contrasted with Zaki’s tanned skin as he held her gaze. Lizzi’s eyes slowly found Zaki’s and her lips curled into a comforting smile.
“I see you,” she said, with relief.
“Good, but the premonition isn’t done with you.” Zaki kept his eyes focused on her. “Let the veil fall and the darkness will fade.” His eyes widened.
Wes stood beside them, watching them stare into each other’s eyes as if they were two opponents readying to fight. But instead of intimidating looks, it was as if Zacki was the encouraging teacher and Lizzi the fearful student. No one had ever helped Lizzi with her premonitions, and Merlin always brushed them off as if it was a growing phase she was going through. Zoey, he felt, knew different, and was the one who got her to use the scrying bowl as well as try to find her someone who could teach her how to handle her premonitions. That never happened. Zoey was taken away before she could or have the time to locate someone to teach Lizzi. Maybe, Wes watched them as if silent words were being spoken, maybe Zaki was that teacher.
Wes couldn’t explain his willingness to let Zaki, a complete stranger and part demon, help Lizzi. It was as if a voice, wise and older than time itself, had spoken to him. He glanced down at his boots and at the two obedient-looking serpents that sat frozen waiting for a command. Before he felt lost, now he felt a road had suddenly opened in front of him.
“A Queen will rise from the ash of a lost city reborn with the light of the descendant. Strength will be her weapon and compassion she will rule by.” Lizzi suddenly blurted out.
“What’s her name?” Zack asked as Lizzi shook her head. “Lizzi, her name,” he asked forcefully.
Her face curled with pain as she started to whimper. Zaki held onto her face tighter trying to maintain his stare.
“You must fill in the pieces you know…tell them to me, my little gem.” Zaki’s voice lowered and softened as Lizzi calmed.
“I see no name…no face… no idea of where she came. She will come sudden. It will not only be a surprise for us, but for her as well. An army must surround her or she will crumble and turn to ash like the lost city.”
Zaki made a grumbling sound. “There are many lost cities littering Fae—which one is it?” Zaki pressed.
“No more,” she said.
“You can control it, Lizzi. You have the power, not the premonition…the information is there…the future is in here.” He shook her head as Lizzi let out a scream.
“Stop!” Wes yelled, but was thrown backwards and to the floor by an invisible field.
He got up and was tossed to the ground again as Zaki held Lizzi’s head between his hands as she tilted her head back and let out a scream.
“What in all of Fae is going on here?” Eli, who was joined by Deravon, came in.
Eli snatched Wes by the collar and pulled him to his feet. He smiled at Eli, and never felt so relieved to see him.
“Oh, Wes, Wesley Pendleton, I never thought you’d be in the company of—” Deravon casually walked over toward Lizzi and Zaki. “A demon?” he said, surprised as he pulled him away from Lizzi.
Zaki’s eyes looked like two black, crescent moons.
“I can explain, sir.” Zaki’s voice was calm as if he had been caught doing this before.
“No, I don’t think you can.” Deravon extended his arm towards Zaki with a flat palm. Suddenly Zaki was pushed to the floor as if someone had a hold of his arms and legs and pinned them there with invisible straps.
Wes looked at Deravon who smiled as he glanced between Zaki, Wes and Eli.
“It helps to know a few wizards of questionable character and in need of fueling a gambling habit.” He chuckled as Zaki tried to free himself. “But Wes, an explanation is needed for this or maybe I should have been a little clearer on apartment guests.” He tapped his chin with his long finger as he stood beside Zaki glaring up at him.
“Who are you?” Zaki demanded.
“It’s my apartment and I demand to know who you are.” Deravon crossed his arms and gazed down at him.
“My name is Zaki Ravenstone, and I’m Lizzi’s employer at Vine—she’s one of my new students.”
Deravon raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eli. “A demon is a designer at Vine—I don’t think so.”
“He’s the crowned prince of Shangri-La, and he was helping me—he helped me.” Lizzi stood up and set her eyes on Wes. “Wes, he helped me—I can see things differently. I have control over my premonitions…”
“A demon as a designer at Vine who helped Lizzi with her premonitions,” Deravon said, in a pondering tone.
“It’s a trick,” Eli said, still holding onto Wes’s collar. “What kind of demon works or even cares about what Faes wear? It’s a trick—let’s get rid of him, Deravon.” Eli suggested with a raise of his eyebrows.
“No, he’s too curious of a creature, because I don’t think he’s a full demon, especially being a prince of Shangri-La—that world has its stories.” He chuckled. “Otherwise, my little containment system wouldn’t work.”
“The Graces told me that he’d be our guide. He has given himself to them, and he honors them.” Lizzi set her eyes on Zaki as she stepped towards him. “Zoey told me the Everspell is the only thing that will end the Muses’ hold on Avalon. Izzet has a will of her own, but that will is tainted by Orzan.”
Glances were exchanged between Wes, Eli and Deavon. Lizzi had talked to Zoey, and the Everspell unknowingly was contained within Lyssa. How could Merlin have not had seen that?
“We have to get to Lyssa, we need a portal.” Wes said his thought aloud.
“But Orzan has an army in both worlds.” Lizzi continued as her eyes shifted to Wes, welling with tears. “I’ve seen him standing on the dead of Avalon, rejoicing victory over the lesser races. An old ruler will surface and battle the Queen…our laws will crumble and new poisonous ones will be written in the dead’s blood.” She stepped closer to Wes. “I know who the destroyer is.”
His eyes searched hers as a single crystal tear rolled down her bruised cheek.
“Toby Winslett—the one who I gave my heart to, and took it to the Etherworld will be the fall of Avalon and the rise of a new one.”
Toby sat on his bed in his bedroom and stared down at his deformed mark. Jagged with irregular lines, it didn’t look like the one that sat in the middle of Lyssa’s palm. It was as if she had caught a delicate, arrow-shaped leaf in her hand and if fossilized there. It wasn’t beautiful like Lyssa’s. For the first time he felt like an outcast. And really, he was. Zoey told him he was a changeling, but really what did that mean?
A clash of thunder suddenly rumbled through his room and shook the windows in the house. A storm was coming, and Toby wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.
Since he, along with Lyssa and Craig had returned from Avalon, he felt his entire world had turned upside down. It has been a month, and even though Merlin had put a spell on Craig to forget everything that he saw or had happened to him, it didn’t work on Lyssa or Toby. Told to not speak of Avalon to anyone, Lyssa and Toby promised.
But that promise was getting harder and harder to keep as the voices in his head grew in strength. His desire to find out where he had come from tugged at his insides, and the questions he had for him mom, sat ever so close on the tip of his tongue that he knew it was only a matter of time before he asked her.
Lizzi, just the thought of her child-like innocence and laughter, made Toby smile. She had shown him who he was at the oracle she had taken him to. He was the son of a powerful Fae, and his mother knew who he was.
Toby sat up as flashes of lightning pierced the fading light in his room. He ran his finger over his mark that flickered like sunlight on water. Toby had to know, he had to know his past before it drove him insane.
Todd Weatherstone had turned from annoying reporter to one that lured her along with curiosity. All she wanted was to escape to the Etherworld and live happily ever after. It was supposed to be that simple and she had it all planned out. She’d use one of the portals at the museum that her and her mother had used before to go to the Etherworld, and with a little, or maybe a lot of spell vials, she’d be on her way to find Craig. But something tugged at her and stopped her from going.
The Unseen world gives you what you need to know…
That’s what the seer had told her, and that involved bringing back the Everspell. But Megan didn’t care about Avalon or anything to do with this world. She felt it slipping from her ever since she went to be with the Etherlings, and now, something had changed, and it was as if she was clinging to a cliff. What the seer was supposed to tell her was how to escape to the Etherworld by some ancient magic that would clear her existence of ever being a Banshee princess of the Fae world. It turned out that the Unseen world had plans of its own for her as well.
Megan gazed out her window towards the street below. Sidhe Hills was a beautiful place with sculpted houses, and flowers, and marble, and water gardens, more flowers… and it made Megan sick to look at it. It was gated off from everything dirty that had been tossed away and forgotten. The Fae that lived here, their thoughts, their ideas, and their beliefs never ventured outside those wrought iron gates with the orillions embedded into them.
But why did Megan care what they thought or what was beyond those gates. One word: Sisley. That little girl had spark something inside Megan that she couldn’t shake off.
The mansion had been quiet all morning. Her mother had probably gone to a meeting or was having brunch with some socialite somewhere trying to worm her way through and make a name for herself in the important social circles of Fae society. Megan knew her mother wanted to bring Banshees back to Avalon, not have them linger on the outskirts. But she could care less about Avalon, and felt her whole life this place was never for her.
Megan held in her hand one shiny penny. Craig had given it to her as a token of their friendship that she felt could have grown into something more.
Males are tools, and nothing more to us.
She heard her mother’s words echo in her head.
But Craig had stirred something in her that she never felt before, and as she looked at the token that Craig frantically searched his pockets for, Megan remembered the horrified look on his face as Merlin said he’d clear his memory of this place for Avalon’s safety and his own. Craig didn’t want to leave, and Megan, more than anything, didn’t want Craig to forget her.
Megan went to her jewelry box and pulled out the token that Craig gave her before he left. She could tell by the look in his eyes, and the way he frantically searched his pockets that he wanted to give her something more, but had nothing.
All the boys Megan had been with, it was customary to use a spell as often as one would say hello when greeting someone. But Craig was different, and she didn’t know why she hesitated to use one.
She looked down at the discolored, but still shiny penny that was Craig’s sincere token of his affection.
“The penny will bring you luck, and lots of luck, because it’s shiny.” Craig slipped the penny into her open palm. It glinted back at her. “And when you look at it, remember me because…well, I don’t know…I’m not like a penny, but…”
“Quiet,” Megan said placing her finger on his blabbering lips with a smile.
She took his hand, and slipped a tiny purse orillion that was a gift from her mother for her sixteenth birthday—the only birthday present she’d ever gotten from her mother.
“Take this, Craig Hartford, and I will be locked in your memories until we find each other again,” Megan said as she opened the tiny spell vial inside her pocket hoping Merlin didn’t get a whiff of the quickly dissipating spell.
Megan looked at the penny that was beginning to tarnish. She had held it many times, running her thumb over it. Did her spell work? Did Craig still remember her? Was he taunted by any memories of her? Did he dream of her like she did of him? She had to know.
Grabbing her long coat, Megan shoved several spell vials along with her penny and left her mansion in Sidhe Hills. She was going to the Etherworld no matter how wrong it felt inside as if the Unseen world was now scolding her for her reckless actions. She didn’t care—the Unseen world was just that—unseen. Words spoken by some seer didn’t mean anything. She was in charge of her own life, and made her own decisions, not following some vague ramblings that didn’t mean anything.
Megan reached the museum unnoticed, and as far as she knew, unfollowed by Todd. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t think twice, and was going to do this as she was tired of her life here and the more she spent in Avalon, the farther the Etherworld was from her.
She passed several guards, crushing the vials in her hands and letting the potion mix with her blood that made the spell even stronger—a trick she recently found out accidently from her mother that was never intended for her knowledge.
Walking past paintings, sculptures, and other Fae relics, Megan reached a closed door that simply said authorized personnel only, and opened it with the keys the guard at the desk willingly gave her as she crushed her last spell vial.
The wood-made portal was an old one constructed by Banshees a long time ago. It was ancient and almost crude-looking compared to the new silver ones that gleamed like diamonds in sunlight. But it was still powerful, and if not more powerful than the new ones. Banshees were the first to make portals mimicking the one Livianna made that opened the land of Fae. But very few knew all of its secrets.
Megan locked the door behind her, and looked up at the wooden arch. The grain of the wood curled and swirled like thick smoke through the air. Different degrees of the color brown veined in thin lines throughout the structure like someone had painted it. The portal was as smooth as glass, and really, didn’t look like it was made out of a tree. Other than the scrolling that was carved into the top of the arch, it was plain. Banshees made it for a purpose, not something pretty to look at.
Megan stepped up onto the portal platform not really knowing how it worked. She had heard things here and there about Banshee portals, but she didn’t have a clue as to how to work it. Her mother knew, of course, but wouldn’t share that information with Megan.
A pang of anger filled her. Why was her mother that way? She had so much knowledge of the ancient Banshee ways, but she hardly shared any of it with Megan.
Megan looked at the arch that curved over her head like a rainbow. She was mad at her mother when they last used it, and Megan didn’t pay attention to how her mother worked it.
“We need to seek alliances, and the Etherworld may have them, Megan,” she looked over her shoulder at her, “are you listening?”
With crossed arms, Megan glared at her mother. “Yeah, I understand—alliances…blah, blah, and blah.” She didn’t want to go to the Etherworld, at least not now. She had just started school in Avalon and was skimming up the social ladder in record time. She wanted the boys to like her, want her, and the girls to be jealous of her, and now, she had to go to the hellhole called the Etherworld.
Megan expected her mother to yell at her, and set her straight in her duty as a Banshee princess, but she didn’t. Instead, she gave her a grim expression—one that expressed disappointment—not temporary disappointment, but one that said you are not worthy.
Megan held her mother’s gaze wanting to ask her what was going on, but the portal hummed and lights exploded around her, and her mother never looked or talked to her that way again. Megan felt she had proven herself to her mother in ways that destroyed any faith in her. The few lessons her mother taught her on magic stopped, and were replaced by cold stares. As far as Megan was concerned, her mother, at that point had disowned her to any inheritance of power. She’d have to learn on her own.
She could have kicked herself in the butt right now. But Megan was a Banshee, and maybe instinct would take over.
Running her fingers over the wood, she felt its smoothness, its hardness, coolness, and the life that ran through it like a rushing river. Megan pulled back her hand as if she had just touched a bare, electrical wire. Just like touching a charged wire, she felt a shock of electricity run through her. The portal had responded to her touch.
“Is this how I work you?” She didn’t know why she asked the inanimate object a question, but she did felling it was more than just a portal.
Suddenly, the dark veins within the wood radiated with light as if it had a pulsating heart somewhere pushing blood through it. Megan felt its energy surround her, and curl around her like smoke. Her body felt light, and even her hair floated around her like she was swimming underwater.
Placing her hands on either side of the portal, with her palms flat against it, she thought of the Etherworld, especially Craig’s house. The portal hummed to her silent commands as she closed her eyes and waited for the light and hum of the portal take her to his house.
The light grew brighter…she was working the portal…everything was going good, and she had done it without any training. Would her mother be proud? The thought shot through her head, but she didn’t care. She wanted her own life, and that life was in the Etherworld.
Suddenly, the light was cut off, and Megan dropped to the floor as if someone had thrown her down. Her body hit the ground hard, causing her ears to ring as she yelled out in surprise. She didn’t remember the portal doing this last time she went to the Etherworld. It was gentle and faded like mist in sunlight. It was as if someone had turned on a switch.
“Casperinia?” A deep, male voice questioned as two large hands picked her up as she sucked in a raspy breath.
She tried to pull away, but the hands were too strong. Where was she, and why did they call her by her Banshee name?
“Casperinia Mourhill,” said a voice in a scolding tone. “What are you doing using the portal?! We could have killed you before we knew it was you. Tell me, what are you doing here?”
Megan let the large hands hold her up as she looked at the weathered-looking man with dark eyes and dark, greying hair that was pulled back. He set his squared jawline as his eyes flickered with concern. He was dressed in a color-shifting glamour suit.
“Merlin?” She questioned her foggy vision. “What are you doing in the Etherworld?”
How could Toby Winslett be the future downfall of the Fae world? He couldn’t, and Lizzi decided to go against what she saw in her premonition. Besides, the future can twist in any direction, because things change. This is the course they were on now, but that doesn’t mean it’s the one they are going to stay on. Lizzi wasn’t going to let it happen. Toby was kind-hearted, not wanting to hurt anyone, and she had to change her premonition’s direction no matter what.
“He’s a Changeling, and those types can be very shifty.” Zaki sat on the couch looking at Deravon who stood by the large window.
“Yeah, but he’s in the Etherworld, and not a threat to us. The portals are guarded, and he is ignorant to any kind of magic.” Wes sat in a chair beside Zaki as Eli paced the floor between them with his finger to his chin as if caught in his own thoughts. “In fact,” Wes snickered. “He was nearly consumed by Banshee spells that turned him into Casperinia’s boy toy. Come on, how pathetic is that. He’s no more of a threat than the squirrel that lives in the tree across the street and stares into Deravon’s bathroom window, usually when I’m taking a shower.” Wes shook his head. “Disturbing little creature, but knows what’s good to look at.”
Lizzi raised her eyebrows as the comment even got the preoccupied Eli’s attention.
“Yes, the portals are guarded, and I think our little Changeling won’t bring the demise of the Fae world singlehandedly, but there are those that know who he is and have the power to reach them.” Deravon turned as Lizzi loomed in the hallway listening. “Izzet is on the verge of controlling the portals, and if she does, the Everspell and the last remaining power of Orzan will be hers.”
“And such a temptation should be eliminated.” Zaki raised his voice. “I’ve witnessed many things that could have been prevented, but were let go. If you kill of him, then…”
Lizzi couldn’t take it anymore. “Get rid of him!” She came out of her hiding spot and glared at a surprised Zaki. “You don’t just go killing things off that you think are a threat.”
Zaki’s face softened as his lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, then, what do you propose? You witnessed the future in your premonition, and premonitions are unbiased. It doesn’t care about feelings, desires or dreams. It simply shows us the future.” His eyes widened as Lizzi felt her stomach drop to the floor.
He had a point, and Lizzi knew it. But at the same time, he wasn’t totally right.
“I’ve had lots of premonitions, and yes, they do show the future, but only the future that will happen if we don’t change its course. Actions, our actions, can shift the future.” She kept her eyes on Zaki.
“Then what do you propose we do, little gem?” Zaki asked as she raised an eyebrow in distaste at what she guessed was his pet name for her.
Lizzi looked at Deravon, Eli and then rested her eyes on Wes.
Go to the Etherworld and bring Lyssa and Toby here, bring them both here.
“If Izzet is after Toby, then we must get to him first. He has power in him that he is unaware of. If we show him what he can do, and keep him on our side, then he can help us destroy the Muses’ once and for all.”
“But his father was Orzan.” Zaki stood up. “Their family magic runs deep, and even if he doesn’t have knowledge of it, instinct will take over. He will be drawn to the darker side of things, little gem.” Zaki was close to her, like he was before. So close he could have moved just a little farther and kissed her.
“Back off of her demon.” Wes warned as he pulled Zaki away from Lizzi.
Zaki cleared his throat, and composed himself by running his fingers through his hair.
“If it’s anyone here, it’s him I don’t trust.” Wes pointed towards Zaki.
Lizzi looked at Zaki. He didn’t look mad, insulted, or agitated. Instead, he appeared tired as if he had been on trial for whom he was his whole life, and now, it didn’t faze him.
“I understand your distrust in me for simply who I am, and believe me, I’ve been fighting it my entire life. Not only shunned by my own family for being impure, but in other worlds as well. I have a dark side that I know will always be with me, but I don’t have to give into it. I seek to preserve every race of the Fae world because I know what’s it’s like to not be loved and wanted, but instead tolerated.” Lizzi looked at Zaki as if he was a strong wall that was slowly crumbling before her, but before the last brick fell, Zaki composed himself.
Wes gave him a discerning look. “So, you’re a demon with emotional baggage?” He asked rhetorically.
“Stop it, Wes.” Lizzi was getting tired of Wes’s smart comments, but it didn’t seem to bother Zaki.
“Only half-demon with emotional baggage, to correct you,” Zaki’s eyes twinkled as he gave him a crooked smile.
“Getting back to the issue here,” Deravon said, stepping into the center of the room. “And also to clear the air,” he looked from Wes to Zaki. “You, I trust, but you are also a wildcard that needs to be played carefully.” He pointed towards Zaki. “You, on the other hand,” he said, shifting his attention towards Wes. “You engage your mouth too much, and should silently sum up anyone who you are in question of in your head first.” Wes’s eyes flickered with flames towards Deravon, and he started to say something, but was stopped by Deravon’s raised hand. “Izzet is the enemy here, and Toby, along with Lyssa, are the prizes she seeks. We need to get to them, but have no access to any portals that are not guarded twenty-four, seven. I have no way of using one without setting off alarms, and landing us all in prison, but you,” Deravon turned towards Zaki. “As a crowned prince of Shangri-La, you have portals to use at your disposal at any time.”
Zaki took a step back with a shocked look on his face. “Yes, but…”
“You said you were on our side, didn’t you, demon.” Wes stepped up behind him and smiled.
“I can’t use them for every whim.” Zaki shook his head. “A reason must be declared, approved and it is monitored.”
“You said you seek to preserve every race of the Fae world. Well, it isn’t going to happen if Izzet gets to the Everspell before we do and Orzan’s bastard son. We have no other way, and you have strings practically dangling in front of you that you can pull at any time.” Wes set his eyes on Zaki.
“I might have certain privileges, but it doesn’t mean the world bends to my every whim without question.” Zaki stepped closer towards Wes as if he was preparing himself to fight with him.
They looked at each other like two dogs readying themselves to brawl with each other.
“Zaki’s right,” Eli said who had been quietly sitting or pacing the floor around them. “We’d never safely use the portals at Shangri-La, but we can use the portals on the Isle of Stars.”
“Nice plan, but my fellow sentry, it’s impossible to go there without clearance, and I don’t think using their portals to go to the Etherworld would be a good reason.”
“No, but to give an offering would. There’s a festival coming up that allows visitors to go and make an offering to Livianna. We can get there, but would have to scheme a plan to make it to their portals.”
“You mean the leaf-wearing, dimwits that go to give offerings thinking that will bring them what they wish or ask for. You know they only let a certain amount of Faes go, and there’s no advance tickets. It’s a first-come-first-go basis, and they only have it every five years.”
“So, I take it you know all about this offering thing to Livianna, and are a leaf-wearing dimwit yourself.” Zaki stepped beside him and crossed his arms, smiling with amusement.
Wes’s face paled slightly before it started to turn red with anger.
“It’s our only way,” she said before Wes’s would retaliate and say something that would only fuel a senseless argument. “And we have better plan on going.” Lizzi looked from Deravon to Zaki, and then to Wes. She knew Wes had tried to go to the festival to ask for Livianna help him find his mother. She was the only one who knew. “It’s a perfect plan, and it seems that not only do my premonitions guide us, but it seems that fate has smiled down on us, and we’ve better not miss it.”