It forms a brown curtain, cutting off my view of Kyol as I reread question ten. I stare down at my exam, letting my long hair brush the top of my desk. Not now! I want to scream, but even the softest whisper will disturb the quiet in the lecture hall. I have human dreams and need a human life, and it shouldn’t take anyone eight years to earn a Bachelor of Arts in English. I told him-I told all of them-not to call on me this week, but none of the fae understand why I need this degree, not when the Court takes care of all my needs. Still not meeting his eyes, I shake my head. The fae climbs the steps to my fifth-row seat. I grip my pencil and bubble in another circle. All the other students remain bowed over their desks, completely focused on their final exams. “We must go.” No one else can hear or see him even though he towers over my professor, who stands less than two feet to his left. I darken in C on my answer sheet and then read the next question. I don’t give a damn if it’s the king himself, I will pass this test tonight. I grit my teeth and keep my eyes locked on my scantron, refusing to acknowledge the fae entering my world through that fissure. My skin tingles a moment before a slash of white light flashes at the front of the lecture hall.
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