"I had to look through history books," Lucas explains.
"What are they like?"
"Selfish. Arrogant. They like mysteries and intrigue. They'll never enter a losing bet, and they'll ensure they never lose. Some say they can't lie, and others say they're full of deceit. The stories don't tell us much, except not to trust a Fae."
The lack of consensus on their truth-telling abilities has me thinking. "Maybe that's why people think Fae can't lie," I muse aloud. "Because of their food." The implications unsettle me. If Fae food can compel honesty, what other powers might they possess? Steve had mentioned that the callers seemed to use Fae magic.
What are the limitations of such a power?
Lucas's voice cuts through my reverie. "Are you worried, Ava?"
I hesitate, not wanting to add to his burdens, but the truth spills out anyway. "Yeah, I am. The person on the phone… They were so insistent that I need to learn my powers before something terrible happens."
