Call to Arms (War of the Fae: Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

need in the cabinet below the sink.”
    I looked around the room.   It was sparse, like a prison cell kinda , but it had what I needed.   I went and sat on the bed.   Firm .
    “I suggest you not wander the halls your first night.   It’s easy to get lost here.   You will need all your rest for tomorrow.   Training will be ... difficult.”
    “Thanks,” was all I could think to say.   Thanks for tricking me, nearly killing me, turning me into a mystery fae, and giving me a prison cell to sleep in.
    “You are welcome.   See you tomorrow.   Someone will be here at five thirty to bring you to breakfast.   Please be ready.”
    The door shut behind her.   Five-friggin-thirty .   They had to be smokin’ some serious shit here to voluntarily get up that early.   I’m not sure I was going to be able to hang.   I flopped back on the bed, yawning, wondering how I was going to get up on time.   I looked over at the bedside table and saw an alarm clock.   Perfect.   Now I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep in ‘accidentally’.  
    I heard a noise out in the hall and then a few seconds later a knock at my door.
    “Come in!”
    The door opened and Chase stepped in.   He shut the door behind him and stood there.
    This was a surprise.   I was almost expecting it to be Becky or Spike, or even Finn, before Chase.
    “What’s up?”
    He walked over and sat down on the bed near my feet.
    He shrugged.   “Nothin’.”
    I sat up, putting my back to the wall, pulling my knees to my chest.   “Well, there must be something up.   You’re not exactly the social butterfly type.”
    He smiled.   “Just seeing how you’re doing, I guess.   This is kind of a lot to process.”
    Phfft .   “That would be the understatement of the year.”
    Chase looked down at his hands.   “I know you miss Tony.”
    A lump rose in my throat; all I could do was nod.
    “I’m no substitute for him, but I wanted you to know I’m here.”   He sat for another couple seconds and then got up and started walking to the door.
    I jumped up and went over to him, grabbing him in a hug.   I caught him as he was standing sideways, ready to leave the room, so he hugged me back with one arm, the other hand on the door handle.
    “Thanks Chase.   It means a lot.”   I released him, stepping back, brushing my hands nervously on the back of my jeans.   “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast?   Five thirty?”
    “Yep.”
    He opened the door and went out, closing the door softly behind him.
    I let out the breath I’d been unconsciously holding.   Wow.   That was weird .   Chase was full of surprises.   Good ones, though.
    I suddenly caught a whiff of myself.   Boy, did I ever need a shower.   I walked over and looked through the drawers and found jeans, long shirt-tunic thingies, underwear – not very sexy – thick socks and moccasins for shoes.   One of the shirts was long enough to use as pajamas.   There were towels in the bottom drawer.
    I grabbed the towel, change of clothes, and shoes and snuck across the hall to the bathroom where I found the toilets and showers.   There was soap, shampoo, and conditioner in push-button containers attached to the walls inside the showers.   I’d have to search for a razor for my hairy legs some other time.  
    It took about an hour-long soaking before I felt like I’d finally cut through all the grime ... or most of it, at least.   I looked at my fingernails, but they still had black stuff under them.   I thought of all the times I’d dug my hands into the forest floor over the past couple days, communicating with The Green.   If I were going to be doing more of that, I was never going to have clean nails.   I wondered if they had fingernail polish in this joint.   At least then no one would see the grunginess.
    I toweled off and slipped into my temporary pajamas and underwear.   The thick socks were soft and the moccasins fit perfectly.   I stepped soundlessly to the