The Shadow Reader

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Authors: Sandy Williams
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary
he’s almost always within arrow-range of his target.
    Lena steps forward. When Aren doesn’t look at her, she touches his elbow. “Even if she’s half as good as the rumors suggest, we can’t trust her.”
    That’s true. I don’t know why he’s willing to make this bet. Does he think I’m less likely to send him into an ambush this way? Like if I lose a wager, fair and square, I’ll willingly work for them, and not pull any tricks?
    It doesn’t matter. If there’s a chance to earn my freedom, I have to take it.
    “If I lose, I’ll read one fissure.”
    Aren’s eyes don’t leave mine. “You’ll read as many as I need.”
    “Two,” I offer.
    “All of them until I’m satisfied, McKenzie.”
    I fold my arms. “If you’re going to be like that, then I’m back to offering one.”
    His perma-smirk doesn’t waver. “I’m offering you your freedom.”
    “You’re asking me to hurt the Court.”
    “They’re not your people.”
    No, but some of them I consider friends. I don’t have many of those. If I’m counting only humans, there’s just Paige. She overlooks my odd behavior and frequent, unannounced absences. She’s like a sister to me, and since I cut ties with my mom and dad, she’s the only family I have.
    Kyol’s not family. He’s something else entirely.
    I ignore the ache in my chest and straighten my shoulders. There’s only one solution here: I won’t let myself lose the wager. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
    “Good.” Aren turns his silver gaze on the gathering of fae who’ve been watching our exchange, and then he trots down the steps. He pulls Trev a few paces away and whispers something—a location, I presume—into his ear. They’re standing by an old, wooden picnic table that sits on a bed of white rocks. My attention locks on to something resting on the end of one of its benches. My backpack.
    I’m not sure if I’m allowed off the porch, but the closer I am to Trev when he fissures out, the more details I’ll be able to see in the shadows, so I take a chance and walk down the three steps. Plus, my backpack is right there , just a few more feet away. My cell phone is in its inside pocket. My wallet. My collection of anchor-stones.
    None of the fae stops me as I walk forward, but hands move toward sword hilts. Worry is etched on some of their faces. Aren and Lena might not think I can pinpoint Trev’s location, but many of the others aren’t sure. A quiet murmur passes through them. I overhear nalkin-shom muttered more than once. They say the word like I’m some kind of monster.
    “Ready?” Aren asks. Two more steps and I’ll be standing over my backpack. I want to fish out my phone, turn on its GPS, and call for help, but I stop short. There’s no way the fae are going to stand there and let me dig through my bag. There’s no way I can grab it and run. Attempting it might get me killed.
    I plant my feet in front of Aren and nod. “I’m ready.”
    Trev rips open a fissure. The slash of white light makes me squint, but it’s only there a few seconds. As soon as Trev enters it, he becomes lost in the brightness. It winks out of existence a moment later, leaving only its afterimage behind. I blink until that image blurs and shimmers, darkens and twists. Shadows creep in from the edges of my vision. They start out as large, elusive outlines. Continents. A continent. I blink again and the shadows shift, shrink, then narrow to a bony spine. A mountain range. East Coast, I think. Yes. Definitely East Coast. Trev’s traveled to a region of the Realm known as Mashikar.
    “Give me pen and paper,” I say.
    “We don’t have any,” is Aren’s languid response.
    I scowl, but don’t look away from the shadows. When I read for the Court, Kyol always has a fae carry what I need. I know there’s paper around here somewhere, but Aren’s being difficult, stalling, because the shadows will stay in my memory for only so long.
    “I have a notebook in my backpack.”
    “Oh,”

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