“That was scary,” she joked. “Someone should get the AC fixed.” She picked up her books and bolted for the door just as the bell rang.
Footsteps sounded behind her, but Mina didn’t slow her pace. A quick self-preserving glance revealed the red-headed Nix. He took two large steps and caught up to her.
“Don’t tell me that the dark prince visits you at school often.”
“I can’t tell him what to do. Or have you forgotten all the havoc he wreaked on the Fae plane?”
“No, I have not forgotten. Nor will I ever forget what he is capable of doing. But I wonder if you have.”
“I can handle him,” Mina said.
“No, I don’t think you can. Not on your own anyway.” Nix grabbed Mina’s shoulder and pulled her over by the water fountain. “You look at him and see Jared. You were in love with Jared, so you’re letting his looks fool you into thinking he is, in part, still the same person. He’s not. You don’t know what the prince was like before there ever was a Jared.”
“Do you? Does anyone really know someone?”
“I’ve grown up on the Fae plane. I’ve heard the stories of his destructive power. The other Nixies retold the stories frequently. What you did back there was suicide.” Nix flung his arm out toward the classroom they’d just left and almost clotheslined a poor unsuspecting student. “Sorry!” he yelled, grimacing. “Mina, what I’m trying to say is don’t throw your life away by challenging the most destructive being in the world.”
“I didn’t challenge him,” Mina whispered.
“Yes, you did. You were insubordinate, which only angers him more.”
“Of course I’m insubordinate. I don’t answer to him. He’s not my prince. He doesn’t rule my world.”
Nix swallowed and looked back toward the classroom as Nan exited. Her blonde hair was disheveled and she looked a little shaken, but she was now laughing at what had happened. Brody was searching the mass of students in the hallways. They could hear T.J. asking if anyone else’s air conditioning unit had tried to freeze the classroom into a fortress of solitude.
“Not yet, he doesn’t. Not yet,” Nix answered solemnly.
Chapter 3
Mina waited outside of the music room for Mrs. Colbert to exit. Mrs. Colbert—Constance, as she was known by the Fae—was in fact a Godmother. Or as they referred to themselves these days, GMs. Students filed out of the music class in groups of twos and threes. Mina waved as Melissa, Makaylee, and Julianne walked out, but the girls only smiled politely and waved in reply.
Mina heard Melissa ask her friend, “Who’s she?”
Makaylee shrugged. “Beats me.”
“No clue,” Julianne answered.
Mina inwardly groaned at how thorough the Story could be sometimes when resetting everyone’s memories. She knew she couldn’t keep letting the memory wipe happen to her friends. Not without permanent damage.
Even Nan had been acting strange lately. Ever since the last quest ended and Nix appeared. Some days she would be her normal and chipper self, but other days, mellow and withdrawn.
When no more students exited the classroom, Mina rushed inside to Constance. “He was here! Teague showed up here at school.”
The Godmother’s face filled with panic, and she rushed toward the door as if to stop the prince by herself.
“He’s gone.” Mina called after her teacher. Constance slowed, smoothed her gray pencil skirt, and adjusted the teal wingtip glasses on her small nose.