Twenty-five:
Louisa Endless
He claimed he was coming.
I paced the house, waiting for a portal to appear. Amaris had never exactly been good at creating portals. After all, it was Helene who was the Gatekeeper for the family. Amaris had simply spent time in the other realms. I was drinking tea in the kitchen when I heard the table rattling. “Finally,” I hissed. I didn’t even know if getting the bargain to faerie would have any effect. Oberon was long dead. But faerie was strange that way. It held onto things long after death.
I went to the entry way of the house.
There, in front of the door, was a glowing, purple light. Coming through it was Amaris Lumiere. He was tall, with a pointed face, and brown hair wearing a black turtleneck a
