The shadows around us were moving. No… not moving. They were throbbing, writhing, like a dark fabric separating us from something dangerous on the other side. Long fingers of darkness seeped through the cracks in the asphalt, crawling like molten lava closer and closer to our feet until I pressed myself against Mael’s back to avoid their grasp. “What the—” Vormese stumbled and the shadows retreated, swallowed back up into the walls and ground as if they’d never been there in the first place. “You’re unseelie?” That was his fancy fae magic? Unseelie magic? I couldn’t tell whether I was turned
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