“Mama, please wake up,” a tentative voice pulls me from oblivion.

“Mama,” the voice sounds again, it’s sad, a hiccup sounds, and I realize the person had been crying.

What has them so sad? I muse, trying to wake up.

“Why is she not waking up?”

“Her system deems what is happening around her harmful and subconsciously tries to prevent further damage.”

“Mama, wake up,” now I recognize that voice, Blue?

What is happening and why do I feel so warm and toasty?

“Blue?” I try calling out, but my tongue doesn’t corporate.

I try sending comfort any way I can so that he can stop crying, I then feel a tug in my head.

I sense him at the other end and I tug back, making him go silent, then the next minute I’m enveloped by a tiny bundle of warmth.

“Mama!”

“She’s up? Girl open your eyes, “this comes from Raphael, typical of him to issue the command.

I use all my mustered energy to pry open my eyelids, then I look around the room, my room.

Everyone is surrounding me, “why are you all here, how did I end up here?”

“You shut down baby, like completely no heartbeat or brain waves.”

“I thought we had killed you.”

“Nah, I’m a tough cookie,”

“that you are,” mumbles Killian, the Broody Hottie.

I sit up, regarding all the sombre faces around me.

“What is it again?”

“You have to leave baby, so that they can get that awful thing off you,” says mama searching my face.

“But it would kill me!”

“Not the bind, we’ll get rid of the repellant spell first, then try to find out how to break the bind, we have one month till your 21st girl,” Nona adds moving to clasp my hands.

“We have to try.”

“Where are we going?”

“To faerie,” answers Nona Ellie.

“Where you guys wanted to take me, I presume?” I ask turning to Mor and Killian.

“Yes, we only want to help you, girl,” answers Mor.

“I can’t believe this.”

“We will have you excused from work.”

“Don’t bother mama, they kicked me out today, something about my fellow dancers not feeling comfortable working with a mentally unstable person, human more like, that is why I was at the bar.”

“Why would they do that, everything they are doing for that album for Breath is your work, hell most of the routines on it are yours?”

“How did they know all that?”

“From the horse’s mouth, papa, I told you Melinda was a bitch, sorry mama, and that I refuse to work with her, but you guys didn’t take me seriously.”

“We just thought it was because you were so against therapy.”

“Her niece Angeline was up for the leading spot against me, and you can guess the rest.”

“I’ll talk to Ian.”

Ian was our lead choreographer at the company as well as the dance director, he was also a supreme pain in my rear.

“No need, that will just make things worse, they still don’t know that you are my dad and I prefer it that way, besides I’m leaving, aren’t I?”

“If we leave in the evening, we will be at the academy before everyone wakes up.” BH pipes up eager to escape this place I’d bet.

“Wait a minute, hold up, academy? You are taking me to high school? Hell no, I choose death.”

“No drama queen, Thorne Academy is a college, once fae kids come of age, they attend Thorne, before that, there are other institutions, though most prefer homeschooling.”

“It is also a very prestigious school.”

“Great, I’m going to be surrounded by a bunch of stuck-up rich kids, right?”

“Most probably,” answers Mor.

“Wait, what about Blue, I am not leaving my baby”

Mama opens her mouth, most likely to object.

“No mama, that’s my condition. I’m not leaving Knox behind, and if we have to put on uniforms, you aren’t putting me in a damn skirt.”

“You’d better tell them that,” I say, turning to BH.

“Oh, look at you back to normal,” says Nona Ellie, “we’ll see what we can do, as for Blue we had a feeling you’d say that even if we wanted to we couldn’t without hurting either of you and we don’t know the impact, it will have on you since we deduced his aura was keeping you alive.”

“We will leave you to it then, just bring personal stuff, clothes and toiletries will be provided,” Nona Ellie says.

“How do you know so much about this place and its people Nona?”

“Guess we will find out,” she adds with a kiss on my forehead and a wink as she glides out.

Mor gives a tiny wave and follows while Killian just scowls and prowls out.