I found myself in the familiar gardens of the palace of the light Fae. I sank to my knees in relief at physically being there, not merely a dream projection, and buried my fingers in the grass. Sir Raleigh twined around my legs, and I picked him up and smooched him on the top of his head. He gave me that “how dare you do something as undignified as kiss me?” look familiar to feline companions and wriggled out of my arms. He stretched, first back with butt and tail up, then with tail and legs back and one arm reaching forward.
“It"s good to be home, isn"t it?” I stood, took one more sniff of the growing green grass and fresh flower scent, then brushed my hands together. I had a gargoyle to rescue. The fear of Lawrence being in Maeve"s hands—for who else would be willing to ally with shadow
