The rectangular device buzzed in his pocket, and he nearly sprang out of his faeborn flesh. He scrambled to draw out the glowing magical device—which Shayne sometimes called a magic mirror and sometimes called a phone. The sticky-fingered fairy had wasted no time pickpocketing to supply the assassins with magic mirrors so they might blend in. A very close-up painting of Shayne’s face filled the rectangular mirror as it buzzed in Cress’s hand. Cress cleared his throat and squinted at the screen. There were two circles to choose from: green and red. He chose red. “Queensbane,” he cursed when the
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