She wore it to all of her gallery nights she said it made her feel royal.” Intricate mandalas swirled through the pattern. I grabbed the bottom edge and held it up to the light. “And this is for you.” Lina pulled a long, plum-colored shawl from the bottom of her bag and draped it carefully around me, pulling my ponytail out from under it. I stared as everyone began twisting the fabric into haphazard togas. “Of course.” She unhooked her arm from mine and then dropped her overstuffed backpack to the ground, pulling out four long white pieces of fabric and tossing them to everyone. I know you were really looking forward to a Titletrack museum, but that’s not what this is.” Ian grinned at me, then turned to Lina. “What is this?” I asked, stopping in my tracks. A collection of candles sat flickering on an old tree stump that reminded me of the one in the fairy ring. Old CDs hung by strips of ribbon, swaying gently in the evening breeze, and fairy lights snaked around tree trunks and branches. Ian finally stopped in a clearing underneath a canopy of decorated trees. “Just trust us,” Lina said, squeezing my arm, and then all four of them looked at me with big Cheshire-cat smiles. She was just as intent on getting to the museum as Ian was. “Everyone keeping up?”Īnd that’s when I realized that it wasn’t just Ian pulling me along-it was Lina, too. Lina’s curls were bouncing in time with our pace, and she wrenched her neck back to look at the guys. The concert starts in less than an hour.”
,” I trailed off, hoping he’d take the hint. I tried to dig my heels in, but his momentum was too much. “I don’t know who made it, but you guys have to see it.” And before I could protest, he was suddenly dragging Lina and me in the direction he’d come from, Rowan and Ren trailing right behind.
“I just found a Titletrack museum in the woods,” Ian interrupted, sidling up next to me. Of course, Lina zeroed in on my uneasiness. Telling Lina had been hypothetical for so long, and now the moment was here. But it was too late panic crept through my center, and suddenly my head spun. He didn’t mean the text messages, or Cubby.
I knew what he meant, but I still stiffened slightly.
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