A Faerie's Curse (Creepy Hollow #6) Read Online Free

reason, which means he’s just sleeping. You’re just sleeping, right? I whisper in my mind.
    I swallow, trying to rid myself of the nausea in my stomach, and walk confidently across the Guild’s great foyer. Moving around under the illusion of invisibility has become second nature to me. Still, it’s a risk to come here so late at night when no one else is around and a surveillance device—which isn’t a living being and can’t be influenced by my projections—could so easily spot me. I casually pull my hood further over my head. I may look suspicious to anyone watching me on a recording orb right now, but no one would ever suspect me of being Calla Larkenwood, the runaway Gifted faerie who supposedly killed one of her classmates before making half the Guild sick with a disease-causing Griffin Ability.
    I climb the stairs to Ryn’s office, but I walk straight past his closed door. I stop near the end of the corridor and lean against the wall. I lift my hand, as if examining my nails while waiting for someone or something. In reality, I’m scouring the corridor with my eyes for any sign of a surveillance bug. I flinch when the door beside me opens, but my projection is intact, and the guardian who walks out does nothing more than lock her office and leave with a bag slung over her shoulder.
    I examine the corridor for another few minutes. When I see no movement and hear no buzzing, I push away from the wall and walk back to Ryn’s door. I open it, slip inside, and shut the door. “They’re sending her to prison ?” I say as I drop into the empty chair beside Dad and across from Ryn. “That’s absurd. She was only a child when she broke her contract and fled the Guild. What happened to them fining her and leaving it at that?”
    Dad, who looks sicker than I feel, shakes his head and covers his face with both hands.
    I turn to Ryn instead. “She did receive a fine,” he says. “For manufacturing high-strength potions without a permit. For breaking her Seer contract, the Guild has taken into account the seriousness of the vision she chose not to tell them about. They also seem to want to make an example of her so that other Seers don’t make light of their contracts, which is why she ended up with six months in prison instead of a second fine.”
    â€œSix months? Your message said two years.”
    â€œThe rest is for the other charge: keeping your Griffin Ability secret. Considering the mess at the Guild recently—the murder and the dragon disease and the big display you put on when you fled—they’re taking failure to register Gifted persons very seriously. Apparently we’re supposed to be grateful they only gave her a year and a half for that one.”
    â€œBut—that’s—” I struggle to put my thoughts together into a coherent sentence. “The mess at the Guild was my doing, not hers. She had no control over what I might use my ability for. And Dad didn’t register me either, but they’re not throwing him into prison.”
    â€œThey’ve opened an investigation on me,” Dad says quietly. “And it isn’t just about failing to register you. It’s … well, they want to know how we kept it quiet for so long. Given the stories surrounding the departure of every school you’ve been at, they find it hard to believe that no one else knew about you.”
    Icy apprehension fills my veins. If Dad is under investigation, there’s no way he can continue to hide what he’s done. “They’re going to find out, aren’t they,” I whisper. “They’re going to find out about the bribes.”
    Dad pulls back slightly as confusion creases his brow. “How do you know about that?”
    â€œI overheard you and Ryn speaking.” I leave out the fact that this eavesdropping took place during an accidental trip into the past while I was wearing a