Book Four: Chapter 65

Along the edges of the stones, several instruments hovered in the air, playing themselves. The dancing fae wore dark clothing with gold accents, and their skin was supernaturally pale. As they laughed and twirled, Beth noticed that a few of them didn’t even touch the ground.

The music quieted down when they drew close, and the party goers all turned to look at them with curiosity.

“Excuse me, but we are trying to get to the court of the faerie queen.” Beth hastily tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ears, and smoothed out her blouse with her hands. “Do you suppose you could give us directions?”

One of the fae grinned, revealing a set of dagger-sharp teeth that reminded her eerily of Oliver. The others followed suit, and the music played a little bit longer.

“We would be happy to give you directions,” a man wearing a cloak told them. “But let’s wait until this song is over.”

The other fae nodded enthusiastically, and the music’s volume increase