Ethan was awake now, and he gazed around in silence, round blue eyes taking everything in. There was a wariness to him that seemed terribly out of place, like he was older now but his body remained the same.

Isiea frowns but doesnt say anything.

She glanced down at him. That wasn't possible, right?

They left the school campus, probably following the sidewalk until they reached the nearest bus stop. Around them, cars sped by, weaving in and out of late-afternoon traffic, and people milled around them. Some older ladies smiled and waved to Ethan, but he paid them no attention.

Lise didn't comment on it.

She quietly follows her sister.

So they stood on the corner, waiting for the bus to come. There were faeries, slipping through the crowds, entering the little shops lining the street, following humans like stalking wolves. A fey boy with leathery black wings grinned and waved to Ethan from an alley across the street. Ethan shivered.

She ignored most of them, although standing protectively by her brother.

Isieas frown deepens.

The bus came and finally pulled up alongside a familiar gravel road. By the time they had got to their house, the sun had gone down, and an owl hooted somewhere overhead. In the distance, a porch light glimmered like a beacon in the twilight.