Chapter 25
I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t smart, but I opened the locket and tapped hard as I raced back through crowds of fae courtiers. Everyone I passed laughed at my unfaelike behavior, the way I sprinted instead of gliding, the way I failed to look where I was going. This time I didn’t really care.
Because at the same moment the truth of my predicament registered, a plan had sparked into existence. A plan that I hoped would fix everything. I’d set the necessary prerequisites into motion shortly, but in the meantime I needed to see Ryder’s face. To make sure he’d survived the hunt.
“Sweetheart.” There was a streak of blood beside his nose, but his voice was a rough purr...one I could barely hear over the tumult in the background.
“What’s going on?”
“Bachelor party,” he answered suc
