“Why do you call me Oleander sometimes and Rylie other times?”
“I know you like Rylie better, so I’ve been trying to call you that, but when others are around, I use your faery name. They wouldn’t be so understanding,” she explained.
I felt guilty. She must have loved the name to choose it for me. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
We came upon a large structure made of long sticks tied together with vines. I could tell the boundary line literally ran right down the middle of it because of the color difference between sides.
“This is as far as I go,” Azura said. “I’ll wait here for you.”
I paused and looked between her and the meetinghouse. Part of me couldn’t wait to see what was in store for me. The other part of me was scared of what was coming. I took a few deep breaths and said, “Let’s go.”
Kallan put his arm around me and we walked toward the house. “I love your spirit.”
“I’m glad because it’s part of who I am.”
“I never want you to change.”
I looked at him curiously.
“Just for the record. No matter what, don’t change who you are.” He opened the door for me and I walked inside.
I held up the garment bag. “Where shall I transform into a more sophisticated member of the faery society?”
Kallan laughed and pointed to a door. “It’s a closet, but it’ll do.”
I smirked and walked over to it. “I’ll just be a second.” I changed quickly in the oversized, yet still cramped, closet, leaving the jeans and shirt in a neat pile on the floor. I walked out dressed in a long flowing blue dress.
Kallan smiled. “You look beautiful.”
“Will it get council approval?”
“Yes.” He took my hand and guided me to the table in the middle of a large, empty room. There were eleven chairs around the oval table. Five on one side, five on the other side, and one at the head. There was no chair across from that one.
“Who else comes?” I asked, looking at all the chairs.
“The leaders, the advisors, and the second, third, and fourth in command.”
“I have no idea who any of those are.”
“You know some. I am the high leader of the dark faeries.”
“Who is the high leader of the light ones?”
“Brigid, but you are the high faery of both.”
“Wait. What?”
“The Aurorian is the highest-ranking faery of all faeries.”
My lips curled up. “So I’m like your boss?”
He nodded. “Yup.”
“I could tell you what to do? Hmm,” I said with a joking smile.
Kallan smiled too but then turned serious. “That’s right, but Rylie, with that authority comes great responsibility. Your decisions affect every faery and sometimes humans and nature.”
My shoulders felt like a huge boulder had been placed on them just as the door opened and faeries began filing in.
Chapter Five
“W elcome, Oleander,” a faery that I would consider older said to me. Her hair was a platinum blonde and although she still looked incredibly young, I could tell she was very old. She, too, wore a long dress—a copper color that matched her wings. “We haven’t had a chance to meet yet. I’m Brigid.”
I smiled and nodded, not sure the proper way to respond. My eyes scanned the long, oval table the elders sat at. The faeries on the right side of the table all had light-colored wings; the faeries on the left had dark. The invisible line ran lengthwise down the middle of the table, dividing the two.
“Please sit down,” Brigid said.
Kallan pulled out the chair at the head of the table where that line would intersect. I sent him a confused look, but he just gestured to the chair. Slowly I sat and after pushing it in, he took a seat to the left of me. I felt like half of me was in the light world and half in the dark. I was the one holding them together.
I observed Kyro whisper something to Kallan as he sat down next to him. His hair was as black as it had been the day I was thrown in front of him by the dark faeries that had captured me. I had always thought