WELCOME TO FAERYLAND
The unmistakable scent hit my nostrils as soon as I crossed the threshold of my room. I closed my eyes as I locked the door behind me, willing my senses to be deceiving me. There was the distinct smell of Fae— green grass, trees, running water, and magic— mixed with a very human smell, the smell of sweat and dirt and the city. It was a smell only a Fae who spent lots of time in the human realm would have. The smell of a Fae who had been banished to the human realm.
“Ari!” Puck’s delighted voice sang in my ears. I opened my eyes in defeat. He sat on my dresser like he hadn’t a care in the world, his wide grin showing off teeth as white as his hair. His hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing his sharply pointed ears, and he wore an old pair of jeans, a bright green collared shirt, and no shoes. He had a brownie in his hand that looked suspiciously like the one of the ones my mother had made for the bake sale. The ones she had made me swear not to touch.
“Trickster,” I said.