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“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face as I read the words again.
Were these notes supposed to be helping me? They just made me more confused. I was doing well? How could I be doing well at something that I didn’t know how to do? And how could I not be doing it fast enough when Ididn’t know how to do it?
Eat and drink andsit in the moonlight? What did that mean? How would that help me shed my mortal skin? I was still pissed that even Nua was telling me to do that, but still not really telling me how. Sitting in the fucking moonlight wasn’t doing anything—I did that every night with the wolf. And it wasn’t like I wasn’t eating and drinking. I was eating and drinking plenty.
Whatwould the Carlin be growing more impatient for? For me to shed my mortal skin? Butwhy?Why didn’t Nua tell methat? Why did all the Folk have to speak in this ridiculous, veiled way, never saying anything outright, like words were a game or a battle that needed to be won?
Stuffing the note in my pocket, I gathered up my washing and went inside. After folding it and putting it away, I sat in the kitchen to eat my dinner and went through my notebook to try and decide what potion to try next.
I’d just finished rinsing my bowl and spoon when the soft knock came at the door. My stomach jumping with nervous anticipation, I wiped my palms on my legs and went to open it.
I couldn’t stop the smile that stretched my mouth when I opened the door and saw Lonan standing there, his dark, hooded eyes flashing and his cheeks already faintly flushed.