Chapter 33
I stumbled backwards, his words striking me as hard as a blow. The connection I’d thought was growing between me and Rune had all been an illusion? Or, rather, a trick on Rune’s part to make logistics easier while hunting fae.
“Your offer, although intriguing, is not why I’m here,” he had told me during our first meeting. When had I stopped accepting the obvious and started believing in faery tales?
My mouth opened to spit out something harsh and pithy, but Natalie spoke over me. “Scones!”
Okay, so my friend was having some sort of mental breakdown. And the Guardian had gone silent, her requirements unmet.
So, ignoring Rune and the pang in my throat every time I thought of him, I clambered up out of the creek and took my friend’s hand. “The Guardian isn’t the only solution,
