Queen of the Fae: Book Two in the Fae Unbound Series (Fae Unbound Teen Young Adult Fantasy Series) by Jill Nojack Read Free Book Online

fight. They lost interest quickly after they identified her, muttering in gnomish, "not the queen, not the queen." Lizbet understood what they said and realized they had mistaken her for Morgan. She thought it was odd that they would do that. The fae had been in her nineties when she'd split from the human Morgan, and, according to Eamon, she’d had been stuck with her elderly appearance in the shadow realm.
     When Bobby opened the apartment door, she was hanging in the air on the far side of the second-floor-walkway railing, fluttering her wings a little bit just for the effect. She was beginning to understand that flight and direction was simply a matter of will.
    "Lizzie! You're flying!"
    "Yep, I'm flyin'. And it's super cool. When you're not grounded anymore, we can see if I'm strong enough to take you for a ride, too. The flying Moores! Woohoo!"
    "NO!" Lizbet's father growled as he appeared in the doorway, pulling Bobby behind him and away from her, "Elizabeth, get away from him. Go home. I don't want him around magic. I've had enough. Your mother may put up with this, but I won't."
    Lizbet's head started to pound, and she realized she was losing control of the magic that kept her afloat. She began to drop toward the ground a story below, picking up speed as she went. She landed hard, twisting an ankle when she lost her balance as she hit the ground.
    She heard her father's voice call down to her from the balcony, "Are you okay?"
    "I'm okay, dad. I think I twisted my ankle, though." Lizbet looked up to the balcony where her father peered over with a look of disgust twisting his features. Her heart ached. She had expected to see concern.
    "Good. Nothing serious, then. I'll call your mother to pick you up. You need to stay away from Bobby until you realize that magic is dangerous and wrong."
    "But dad..."
    "Lizzie, you heard me."
    "Okay, fine, but don't call mom. I'll call Tanji and ask her for a ride home. Mom doesn't need any more worries!" Lizbet used the pillar of one of the columns that held up the walkway to carefully get herself up onto her good foot. She checked out the ankle with a tentative step and immediately withdrew her weight from it.
    Lizbet didn't want Mom to see Dad this way. She was stressed out enough as it was with Bobby's suspension. And, maybe, Lizbet was a little bit afraid that her mother would take her father's side this time.

    Thomas sat pondering in the light of a small desktop lamp after having reviewed all of James's notes about the spells Myrddin thought he should learn. None of them would help him to put magic back into someone who no longer had it. 
    Wasn't getting magic back a form of healing? To him, it was. If James had that knowledge, he should share it. But he also knew that he couldn't ask James for it. He knew that James didn't see himself as broken or lacking in any way without magic.
    James had made it clear in their long, late-night discussions that he thought of magic differently than Thomas did: he saw it as academically interesting, something that he could study. He didn't see it as a way of life he should be living.
    James was Thomas's only friend. As far as he knew, the only friend he'd ever had. Thomas wanted James to be able to feel the same passion he did for magic. He wanted James to understand the pure physical connection to the elements that magic gave its host. It was an amazing feeling, and it lifted you above the mundane people all around. It was such a gift that James surely couldn't refuse it if it were given to him.
    It was really just a question of how to cause James's body to absorb the magic of a few of the wisps that were so drawn to him. He'd thought about it for days, and sitting pondering in near darkness wasn’t bringing him any nearer to sorting it...but then…it was easy, wasn’t it? Why hadn’t he cottoned to it before? It was so simple, and it only required a small trick to accomplish. James would forgive him the trick later when he was once