Sixty-nine:
Louisa Endless
This time, I portaled to the right destination. There was nothing to suggest that there was an illusion interfering with where we were. I didn’t feel a real, strong sense of magic either. Other than the kind of magic that came from being around a lot of fairies all at once. “Are they here?” I looked to Nia, whose eyes were closed, as if she were searching for a connection. Rosa and the others were there somewhere. Because if I could feel them, Nia must have been feeling it a thousand times over since she was actually a fairy.
“They’re here,” she answered, “but…. there’s someone else, and I don’t know that you’re going to like it.”
“Who?” I asked. “Please tell me that Oberon didn’t follow us here.”
She shoo
