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or two before it became boring to do so. There was nothing ahead but a
flat landscape of red. We would be watching them for hours.
    Flynn turned my head with gentle
pressure of his thumb on my chin. "Are you okay?"
    I nodded but turned back, and the
pair of Fey were gone. I gasped. Flynn looked out and sighed.
    "We should sit down. I have
a feeling we will be here for a while."
    I glanced over my shoulder at the
tree, which had calmed down. Everything here was alive in a real way. I
switched my focus to the ground wondering what creatures we might harm for
standing here. Thankfully, there was nothing but what looked like ordinary
brown dirt. So I sat.
    "We should talk before they
get back," he said eyeing me as I tried to avoid his gaze.
    "You said they'd be a
while." It was my way of avoiding what may become an awkward conversation.
Was I attracted to that Fey guy or had I been under his thrall?
    "Who knows how long a while
is." He lifted my wrist to take in the hourglass etched on my skin. It
showed we had more than enough time still left to find Tristrom. "Why
didn't you tell me what happened with Sebastian?"
    It was easier to shrug then come
up with an explanation.
    Flynn pressed on. "We've
left our parents and friends with no warning."
    That hadn't been what I expected
him to want to talk about. "I thought I killed him. I didn't think he
would come back."
    He shook his head clearly annoyed
with me. He pulled out his phone. After a moment of consulting with it, he
sighed. "I didn't think it would work but I had to try."
    We stared at each for long lingering
moments. Neither of us wanting to say what needed to be said. He reached out a
hand and touched my face. "You have to know I miss him too."
    I nodded feeling the well of
emotions spring up.
    "I would gladly go back in
time and give my life for his," he continued. "But I can't. And I
can't lose you too."
    Not wanting to cry, I wrapped my
arms around him and pressed my face in his chest. "And I couldn't live
with losing both of you either," I admitted honestly.
    He lay back on the ground with me
perched on his chest. I closed my eyes hoping to hold back the well of pain. At
some point, I must have fallen asleep because it was Flynn's frantic whisper of
my name that woke me up. "Mercy… Mercy."

Chapter Six
     
     
    A colorless sky filled the
expanse of my vision when I opened my eyes. The pillow under my neck was a
strangely familiar chest and all too comfortable. I shifted my weight, and
Flynn's arm tightened around me.
    "Where are you headed?"
His voice sounded rough around the edges.
    "Nowhere." And
anywhere, I didn't add. I needed to get away from him. Our connection hadn't
dulled during our nap in the haven we'd been left in.
    I pried myself away. I couldn't
be next to him unless I allow myself to feel, and I felt too much already. When
I stood, I caught sight of the changes that had taken place in our slumber.
    "Flynn," I gasped. He
lay prone with one arm folded behind his head. His hair had grown out some, his
faux Mohawk disappearing some in the length. Why was I noticing now?
    I jerked my head back to the view
the change in landscape not wanting to examine why I was taking in Flynn’s
finer details.
    "What the hell," he
exclaimed. My headed volleyed back in his direction. He was up on his feet
taking in the sight.
    Our thoughts were in sync. Red
leaves layered half of the ground before us including most of the circumference
of the island oasis we'd found refuge on. But the barest edge behind where we'd
lain was carpeted in what looked like blue crystals.
    We didn't have long to decipher
the sight before us when we heard thunderous hooves approaching us. We moved
together, Flynn taking a protective step towards me. He angled his body in
front of me prepared for war if his chilling gaze were any indicator.
    A freaky red, black and gold
ornate carriage straight out of the Cinderella fairytale came to a roaring stop
in front of us but didn't cross the threshold on