5
“Ena?” a voice called. “Ena, is that you?”
“Yes.” A giddy glee bubbled in my chest at the mere act of speaking to another person.
Patrick jumped out of a tree, an arrow still nocked in his bow. “By the gods, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” He smiled at me, like he was genuinely glad I hadn’t died.
A knot pressed on my throat. “Finn. Did he make it back? I left him in the woods. He had―”
“Four demons with him?” Patrick slid his arrow into his quiver. “They’re all here.”
The trees swayed in front of me.
“Made it back two weeks ago. You’ve given everyone an awful scare.”
“Two weeks?” I blinked, trying to make the trees hold still.
“Your brother charged out of here as soon as he found out you weren’t with Finn. Then Finn went back out to search for you. Liam’s been going hal
