The forest-printed wallpaper of Grand-Pied"s apartment resolved into real trees, and my gargoyle earth and water senses picked up a few things about them in the seconds it took us to fully materialize in that place.
First, they were ancient, Like, true old growth forest, possibly cleared by the Romans but not likely, ancient.
Second, they hid many secrets, and the garden in which we stood had a certain impermanence to it.
Third, the earth energy had recently been depleted. I wrenched myself from Grand-Pied"s grasp and turned to see why.
Two women, a tall brunette and a redhead, carried a limp Reine into a thatched cottage. I didn"t recognize my wings had ripped through my shirt—although thankfully the rest of me hadn"t changed—until I landed in front of them and gently took Reine in my
