Eleven
An hour or so later, I’m curled in a dark corner of the lake house living room, tears continuing to wet my cheeks like a tap that can’t be turned off. I haven’t been back into the mountain. I can’t face explaining what’s happened and having to tell everyone that our one chance of finding a way to the Seelie Court has slipped away. But Chase … it’s easier to explain to him because I don’t have to say a word. So as he wakes up in his dark cell and calls my name, I shrink further into my dark corner and let every agonizing thought pour out of my mind and into his.
I wish I could be there for you, he says when I’m done. I wish I could hold you and kiss your hair and tell you that I understand the kind of pain you’re in.
I shake my head because as much as I wish for it too, I know I d
