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mind. She doesn’t look pleased that he attempted killing one of her kind. She fakes a smile and places her hand on my shoulder.
    “Tomorrow you’ll start your training with Emily.”
    “For what?”
    “I’ve already explained to you, I need you to run some errands for me before you leave Ellevil.”
    “And what about getting to Ravamere?” I blurt.
    “That comes after. Don’t worry, dear, you will find out why your mother went there and where your brother Jared is.”
    I don’t know how she knew about Jared. Then I thought about her knowing certain events were going to happen. She knew about my mother and me killing her to save my own life. She knew that Mom was corrupt. Miss Canary can tell the future.
    Elves walk onto the field, passing Donovan and me. We follow Miss Canary back toward her elf castle. The elves here stare at me once more, mumbling among themselves. I walk closely next to Donovan. Mystics aren’t to be trusted. Miss Canary could’ve easily snapped Donovan’s neck at her house, but she didn’t; she ran away.
    Mystics don’t run away, and my experience in the woods with Christian was magical.
    Only thing I wonder is—was it all an illusion?

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Glancing down at the elvish clothes I’m to wear tomorrow, I poke the material with my fingers. It’s stretchy and weird. I’m still mind blown to know that what happened in the woods yesterday was an illusion. Being with Christian felt so real, everything he said to me, how he touched me, and where we sat on the branch. It all feels real to me still. Are elves really master illusionists and sweet talkers? It’s clear that it was an illusion; I remember seeing Donovan coiling up in the grass. He believes I’m crazy, I know he does, because he claims he was never attacked by the grass. The way Christian talked to me in the trees, I wanted to…well, never mind.
    I feel a painful pinching under my left arm where my veins pulse. Turning my arm over facing me and clenching my fingers into a fist, I stare at the leafy green tattoos twirling up around my wrist. The pain dissolves into a soothing sensation. The markings end with a burst of green light. I drop my mouth open, inhaling the flowery scent around the room.
    First the predictions of being attacked, and then the swift movements while fighting against mystics. My hearing is becoming stronger and so is my flexibility, and for some reason I don’t think my transformation is complete. I walk over to the side of my bed, grabbing my broomstick. The silver markings on the weapon glow as well as the ones on my arm. I take off my shirt, the crisp linen brushing against the tip of my nose and shoulders. I walk over to the window in the room holding my elf shirt.
    My door closes; a leathery movement rushes toward me. Something wraps around the side of my hands, and I prepare a nice slap for whatever touched me. Hands tightly press on my thighs. My arm flies in the air while I execute my plan. He grabs my wrist in midair, preventing my attack.
    Donovan chuckles and looks at the markings on my sides.
    “Take a good look, because that’s all you’re going to get.” I brush by him, shrugging on my green leafy shirt.
    “I miss your old outfit,” he says. “You know, the one with the scratches under your butt.” His face wrinkles up, holding back his laugh.
    “Shut up.”
    Donovan walks closer to me. He tends to do this all the time now, sometimes too close. I avoid his gorgeous eyes, worried about Dawn. She’d be panicking about where I’ve been by now. Though I would have called her to let her know I’m all right, I know my cell won’t work here. I cross my arms over my chest and inhale through my mouth.
    “You know we can leave if you want.”
    “Why would we leave, Donovan? I need answers.”
    “Whatever.”
    “And there’s no ‘we.’ You have every right to leave me here.”
    “Why would I leave you here? Alone. Why did I save your dumb