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  92. By Amanda Hocking

“Soon” was definitely a subjective thing. It was another nine hours, making it nearly four in the morning when I finally crossed the threshold into my apartment. Dagny was snoring on the couch, and she didn’t wake up to my unlocking the front door a few feet away from her, so I decided to let her sleep. I quietly crept up to my loft, and after changing into my comfiest pajamas, I crawled into bed and fell straight asleep.

The scent of burning rye toast woke me a couple hours later, and Dagny apologized profusely as she waved the toast in front of the open window.

“Sorry,” she said as I slowly climbed down the ladder of my loft. “I wanted to have some toast quick and then run off to the archery range before work. I was trying to be quiet. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“No, it’s fine.” I poured myself a glass of lemon tea from the pitcher Dagny kept in the fridge. “I slept on the plane last night.”

“You want a piece of burnt toast slathered in plum preserves?” Dagny asked as she spread purple jam all over the bread.

“Sure.” I took what she offered and greedily chewed it down, since I hadn’t eaten much yesterday.

“Since you’re up, you could come with me to the archery range if you want,” Dagny suggested. Her long black hair hung in a braid over her shoulder, and she pushed the sleeves up on her heather-gray sweatshirt. “You could fill me in about your Fulaträsk trip, and I could teach you to properly shoot an arrow. I have to leave for work in an hour, so you could come back after that and nap or whatever.”

“Yeah, it sounds fun.” I shrugged. “But I’m not getting ready. I’ll brush my teeth and put on a bra, but that’s it.” My hair was in a messy bun and my face was puffy, but I didn’t have the energy to stress about it.

Ten minutes later, I was walking out the door with Dagny and telling her all about Bryn, Rikky’s fight with Pan, and my weird meeting with Queen Bodil. I even told her about making out with Pan, but I kept the details sparse.

“So,” Dagny said as we walked into the archery range. “Where do we go from here?”

“Honestly, I was hoping you’d know, because I’ve got no clue,” I said glumly.

“Remember, I’m not the only one who offers good advice,” Dagny said. “I’m certain that Elof has something up his sleeve.”

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