Flashback ( PDFDrive )

since you might have to slip down an alley before you can leap home.
Don’t speak to anyone, and if anyone tries to speak to you, just look
confused. It shouldn’t be hard since you won’t understand a word
they’re saying. Understood?”
His reply was lost to a crackle of static. Then the scene blurred
again, jumping to when Lady Gisela removed his cape and examined
the rest of his outfit: a black tunic and gray pants, which weren’t
human-style by any means, but were at least boring enough to blend
in.
“You’re running . . . time,” she told him. “I need . . . back before . . .
father . . . errand.”
The memory sharpened as Young Keefe held the crystal up to the
light. But he just stood there staring at the deep blue beam.
“I didn’t want to play this card,” his mom snapped. “But let’s not
forget that your father was ready to send you to Exillium after that
stunt you pulled last week. I talked him out of it. And I can change his
mind again.”
“You’re threatening me?” he asked.
“Not if you cooperate.” Her smile was cold. Calculated. Leaving no
doubt that she would make good on that threat.
Young Keefe must’ve decided the same thing, because he closed his
eyes and stepped into the light—and Sophie held her breath as the
warm rush tickled his skin and the light whisked him away and . . .
The memory ended.
“COME ON!” Keefe shouted, smacking the palm of his hand
against his forehead, as if he could knock the rest of the scene loose.
“What’s wrong?” Tiergan asked.