He wanted to meet with a member of the Organization Council who might know more about Finn’s magic and dreams. Not the Illuminati. Disappointing. “Finn?” She squinted into the darkness of the bedroom. “I talked with Dave and he says...” A Gate shimmered against the far wall, spanning its whole height and width. Finn sat on the bed, facing it, his back to her. As she stepped softly inside, she saw he was still shirtless. His blond head was bowed, his hair catching the faint light of the Gate. A silhouette moved in the mirror of the Gate. A slim figure, a spiked crown, a voice Ella knew, low and melodious, speaking in the sussurating elven language. The queen of Aelfheim sat on a throne of ice or crystal, her long, pale hands resting on armrests which were carved in the shape of claws. Finn didn’t look up, his lashes fanning on his high cheekbones. In his lap he held the second tube he’d taken from the dead dragon rider. A gun, resembling the one he’d used in this memory.
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