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a really long story. How about I catch you up when we’re not about to be killed?”
    A scowl centered on Gabe’s face. Clearly, he didn’t agree.
    Dillion looked up then and came over to where we had taken cover. He looked me in the eye, which was easy for him to do as I was on my knees and he stood only about three feet tall. “Kellen, you must get out of here at once,” he said.
    His voice grated with an unfamiliar raspiness, not the high-pitched voice that I had gotten used to. Further inspection of his features told me that he looked older than he had when we’d first met in Faerie. Much older.
    Looking over the boulder, I watched Lugh and Brigid standing, their backs to one another, guarding the C.O.D., twin birds of prey. I sat back and looked at Dillion again. “What do they want with me? Revenge? They said that I had something in my possession. What?”
    Dillion ignored my questions, sounding fierce as he enunciated every word. “You need to get out of here now .”
    Shaking my head, I stared at him. “We can’t just leave. We’re getting married today…” I trailed off, recognizing my own stupidity in mid-sentence. Clearly, the wedding was off.
    Dillion looked to Calienta, seeming to dismiss me after my lack of action. “Calienta, take them out of here now. Cana and her clan are restrained, and I have destroyed the barrier. You are free to go.”
    Searching the sky, I could tell that the barrier had been removed. We could leave and could go anywhere that Calienta chose to take us. My attention turned back to Calienta in time to see her give a single nod.
    Before I could react, we were sitting in a taxicab, driving through the Piccadilly Circus section of London.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
    KELLEN— ESCAPE
     
     
    Cars zoomed around us in every direction. A symphony of horns reverberated against the pavement and penetrated the inside of the cab in which we sat. Bizarre. We’d just been instantaneously transported from Western Ireland to London, England without feeling a thing. In one moment, I’d been there and then in the next moment here . I could still smell the salt-infused air. Freaky.
    “Piccadilly Circus?” I said, looking to Calienta.
    “Hey! How’d you lot get in ‘ere?” the cab driver yelled. He’d just seemed to notice us and appeared to be trying to turn around in the seat while at the same time keeping his eyes on the road.
    “Don’t you remember? You just picked us up,” Calienta said. Her sugarcoated tone complemented her heart-breaking smile, which the cabbie had to have caught in the rearview mirror.
    The cabbie scratched his head, looking at the clock and then back at us. “Sorry about that. My mistake. What’s your destination?”
    Calienta looked at me for a moment, her forehead wrinkled.
    “Just drive for now,” I said.
    “It’s your money.” The cabbie smiled, clearly thrilled at the prospect of a large fare to round out the afternoon.
    “Dude, you beamed us some place. This is just like Star Trek,” said Gabe, staring at Calienta as though she were a circus escapee. Again, although he’d been kind to Calienta, he turned cold on me. “It would have been nice to know I could expect this at your wedding, K,” he said, frowning, before he turned away to stare out the window.
    Yep, I saw this coming. “Can we talk about it later?” I said.
    Gabe continued to stare out the window.
    Alistair, who’d been doing the same, looked at me. “London?” His voice was questioning. Like I was responsible for the teleportation. Really.
    Turning to Alistair, I touched his arm. “I know, Alistair. We have a lot of explaining to do.”
    Alistair’s eyebrows rose, as if to say “that isn’t the half of it”. He looked older, more tired than usual. A small string of worries made their way into my mind. After losing my Gran only eight months ago, I didn’t want to think about losing him. Would this kill him? Was he well, really?
    Alistair shifted in his