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met, but Zo wasn't about to shy away from kicking some fairy butt if she thought she could protect me by doing so.
    “I wanted to see you,” Morgan told me, ignoring Zo as easily as she had Delia, “before you met the Others.”
    “To warn me?” I couldn't help the question.
    “No.” Morgan's voice was high and clear, so pure that it almost hurt to listen to it, but at least this time I was able to resist the thrall of her unearthly blue eyes. “To give you something.”
    The last time Morgan had “given” me something, I'd wound up with a tattoo on my back and the world's most unusual part-time job.
    “You may be Adea and Valgius's blood, Bailey, but don't forget who it was that brought that blood to this world. I watched your family for centuries, waiting. You carry my name.”
    Was it weird that it had never occurred to me that my last name was her first? It was right there, plain as day. Bailey Morgan.
    Seriously, though, I was already dealing with an übermother, an earthly father, two mystical parental types, and three best friends who wouldn't let me mope, even when a good moping was really and trulycalled for. I didn't exactly have a lack of guidance in my life, and the last thing I needed was a fairy godmother.
    “So.” Delia tried a second time to get Morgan's attention. “Got any hoop earrings?”
    If Morgan heard Delia, she didn't give any indication of it, which was an even bigger clue to her nature than the voice or the eyes, because there wasn't a human being alive who could resist, let alone ignore, Delia Cameron.
    “I have something for you.”
    It would have been so easy to allow the sound of her voice to overwhelm me, but I nibbled on my bottom lip, trying not to give in to the depth of her tone.
    “I don't give gifts lightly, Bailey,” she continued. “Things are changing, and they will continue to do so whether you consent to the changes or not. It's only natural that you'd be thrown off balance.”
    Was she
trying
to make me mope?
    “Take these.” Morgan held out four chains, each with a single pendant on the end. The four pendants were identical, tiny circular mirrors surrounded by a thin ring of metal.
    “Not exactly what I had in mind …” Delia mused.
    “What do they do?” Zo phrased the question bluntly. “Because if these things do something, I want the one that does something cool.”
    Two years post-tattoos, Zo was still complaining about how everyone else had gotten a cool power, while she'd been stuck with something as passive as premonition.
    “Bailey.” Annabelle said my name. “She's waiting for you to take them.”
    Part of me wanted to say no to the gift. The other part of me realized that was stupid. If it hadn't been for Morgan and the tattoos, Alecca would have destroyed the world, and we wouldn't have been able to stop her. As far as fairy godmother types went, Morgan had already proven her bibbidi-bobbidi-boo chops. At the same time, taking the necklaces felt like saying yes to something, like if I took them, I was giving the world/my destiny/whatever permission to change.
    You don't have to take them if you don't want to.
    Zo's thoughts penetrated my shields. I could keep the rest of the world out, but my friends' thoughts had a way of sneaking past the barriers, even when I wasn't listening for them. Something about Zo telling me that it was okay to say no to Morgan's offer gave me the last push I needed to say yes. Things were changing, and this time, I was going to be ready.
    I expected images to flash through my mind when my hand closed around the chains, but instead I was rewarded with a single moment of pure, peaceful nothingness. No worries. No thoughts. Silence.
    “Wear them,” Morgan said, her musical tone never changing. “Always.”
    With shaky hands, I turned to the others and held out the necklaces. One by one, my friends took them until each of us was holding one. Silently, we undid the clasps, and then we stood there, staring at one