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"Where did he go?"

"The Real the door to future questions about the false-blood Or rather, the false-blood’s decoy, if I’ have you known hi with the pouch on her belt and eyes me "You haven’t mentioned his na

"Do you miss him?"

This time, it’s my turn to frown "Of course not"

"Most wo I like his company? "He kidnapped me"

She tilts her head to the side "You don’t think he’s attractive?"

"He’s fae" The words tureeue

Kelia’s face darkens "What’s that supposed toin each other’s worlds, let alone each other’s beds," I recite,as desolate as Kyol’s the day he made the same statement to me

"You believe that?" she asks

I force out an empty, "Yes"

Kelia’s tone turns acidic "You’re just like the others" She rises off the picnic table "If you need a break, you can take it in your room"

She starts to walk toward the inn, but stops aze to the trailhead

A bruised and bloodied Trev li Edarratae flash beneath a thick layer of dirt to disappear under a ripped and blood-soaked tunic I haven’t seen Trev since the night I read his shadows Including Kelia and Lena, only five fae re me like hawks from the front porch all afternoon, but now they abandon their posts and sprint to the wounded rebel

Kelia reaches him an instant before the others Her words are panicked Trev shakes his head, his expression griate, but then they’re all talking at once and too quickly foris they’re 100 percent engaged in their discussion No one’s so e of the clearing is no more than ten little-itty-bitty feet away froulfed by the forest

Adrenaline kicks in as I leap over a rotting tree trunk I know the fae will have wards surrounding the caht I won’t exactly see the ical trip wires, but I’ll feel theht vibration runs across ht The on’t stop h it, the fae will know exactly where I a at my face and ares beneath my feet I shuffle-slide down the steep incline in a waterfall of dead leaves, and just ain my balance when the land levels out I have no idea where I’--everywhere looks the saet away, to put as much distance as possible between the rebels and e

I run full-stea I skid to a stop, staring into the forest It’s not a ward I’ now It’s theht, and when the wind moves the treetops, shadows dance on the forest’s floor I can’t see the fae, but I’m certain they can seefor mercy? None of those options appeals to round as I glance fro to predict the direction of their attack A movement catches ood It doesn’t ht She could kickthe weapon