—Jewish Proverb “Open, how?” Adam paced the small room. Tucker had turned the car around and returned to Bea’s without another word. He’d been at the Faery portal with me before. He knew the dangers of the place. “I don’t know,” I said. “Those shapes, the dark spirits hid the magick from me at first. It wasn’t until they started to coalesce that I began to feel—” “Coalesce?” I kept untangling my braid. I was exhausted, wrung out. I wanted to do nothing more than to get some sleep. “Yes, coalesce. Like the many pieces wanted to create a whole.” “That does not sound good.” “It doesn’t,” I agreed. “But behind the dark wall, I felt the door. Which is why I had to try to find out if I was just imagining it or not.” I put down my hairbrush. “Stop pacing, damn it.” Adam sat on the bed and regarded me. “It’s open.” “Completely. So open that anyone could access Faery without knowing how to. We need to set a guard, or figure out how to close the door again.”
