Sixty-six:
Nia
We stepped through the portal.
Once we went through, we were not by the palace. “Where are we?” I asked. “Louisa, you don’t ever miss with your portals.”
Louisa made a face. “You’re right. I don’t. I don’t know where we are.”
It appeared to be a house. Old, depilated, falling apart. There was a bed in the corner with a mattress that was stained. I heard hissing, and out of the corner a black cat with one eye and three legs came out.
Bradley shook his head. “This feels off. Like a trick.”
“It’s magic,” said Clark, “I can feel it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “I’m the Gatekeeper. I should be able to feel it. I don’t feel anything.”
“It’s not Faerie magic,” Clark e
