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.If anyone else could see it they would think there had been a massacre.Maybe there had.“What happened?” she asked, as she put the car in gear and floored it.She retraced the route they had walked early that morning—it felt like a lifetime ago now—and headed for the edge of the forest.As she drove, she thought.What would she do when she arrived? Should she try to carry Cathair, who had a good fifty pounds on her, through the forest to the veil? Or should she run to the veil as fast as she could go, and hope the fae guard didn’t kill her the second she crossed over?It was maybe safer for her to carry Cathair, but it would take longer.It was riskier for her to go it alone, but if the guards didn’t kill her they could probably help get him back through the veil in a fraction of the time.She glanced over at his slumped form.He couldn’t die.He couldn’t.She wouldn’t let him.His life had to come before her fears.By the time she pulled into the dirt parking lot, she’d made her decision.“I’ll be as fast as I can,” she told Cathair, even though he probably couldn’t hear her.“I’ll bring help.”Hopefully.Chapter 14Winnie locked the car doors, then headed into the forest.Fear and desperation fueled her run.She leaped over exposed roots and tiny streams.This was not the exact path they had traveled this morning, but she knew it was right.She’d run this path in her dreams.When she started to feel the fear, she knew she was getting close.She pushed forward, even as her muscles shook and tears pricked her eyes.She had to keep going.She was his only hope.She couldn’t see the edge of the veil, but she could feel it.Boy did she feel it.She tried to step forward, to push through the edge, but got stuck.Feet rooted to the ground, Winnie could only stare at the invisible wall she knew was separating her from saving Cathair’s life.“Come on,” she shouted at herself.“Just a couple of steps that way.”But no matter how hard she tried, she could not make her feet move.She couldn’t stop here, couldn’t get stuck so close to help.So close to saving him.Her heart lurched.She felt so helpless against her fear.She beat at her chest, desperate to pound some courage into herself.Then she felt the solid outline of the chain hanging around her neck.“Oh please,” she begged, dragging it out from beneath her t-shirt and lifting the shiny silver whistle to her lips.“Please.”Sucking in a lungful of air, she sent the piercing wail of the whistle into the forest night.No humans were close enough to hear her.She only hoped that the fae inside that veil could.and that they chose to investigate rather than ignore.Investigate rather than kill first and ask questions later.At first she thought she’d failed, that her whistle wasn’t strong enough to penetrate the fae magic.She stood there, alone in the forest, fighting back tears in despair.Until she sensed a figure at her side.She didn’t turn immediately.She let the fae study her.As they circled her, she held her breath.Counting the seconds until she could speak.When the fae guard—a girl dressed in midnight blue, with a nasty looking sword hanging from her belt—stepped close and sniffed at her hair, Winnie knew she needed to take a chance.“Your prince has been attacked,” Winnie whispered.“He is bleeding to death in my car and—”The guard’s hand snapped around Winnie’s throat.She couldn’t breathe.“You are a seer,” the girl said.“Yes,” Winnie choked out.“You dare to seek out our veil?” she asked.“You are without intelligence.”“Your prince,” Winnie repeated.“Cathair.He’s dying.”“You shall not speak the name of a fae,” the girl spat.“You should not even—”“Hold, Regan,” another magical voice said.“Let her speak.”Regan released her neck.Winnie took only long enough to gather breath.“Please, you must hurry.” Her voice cracked as emotion and fear boiled through her.“He needs help.”The other fae, a tall, dark boy around Cathair’s age with short black hair, speared her with silver eyes.“Take us to him.”Winnie turned and ran, back through the forest, faster than she ever had in her life, and by the time she emerged into the open of the isolated parking lot she felt like her lungs were breathing fire.“Here,” she said, forcing her exhausted feet to the car, relieved to see the two fae guards still at her side [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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