(Darius)
We were still standing in the Witchwood, the witches watching us like we were a meal waiting to be devoured. I was already feeling drained, the burden of everything pressing down on me. We had some of the items, so Silas wasn’t done yet.
“The fairies…” Silas said, grinning as he looked at me.
I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He pulled out his knife, twirling it in his fingers. “Nah. I’m serious. We’re going to the fairy world to get something else.”
I shook my head. “The fairy world? Isn’t that—dangerous?”
“Dangerous is kind of our thing, isn’t it?” He smirked, his eyes glinting in that annoying way they did when he was confident.
Before I could say anything else, Silas reached out, grabbing us both by the shoulders. Magic rushed through me again, like an
