I awoke still in my gargoyle form, but I had been chained to a table in yet another archive, this one in a room with luminous golden stone walls. The décor struck me as familiar, that of the palace in Lorien, the capital of the light Fae. Kestrel, whose hands were also chained, sat across from me. Indeed, we all wore shackles, and poor Desmond Eath huddled in an iron cage on one end of the table.
No, not all of us. Lily had disappeared. Had she been the one to escape? But would she make it out of the Order"s headquarters? And how would she get word back to Mother and The Aerie?
I had to trust her resourcefulness. As much as I wanted to control circumstances and be okay with not having all the answers, I found myself squirming. Anxiety crawled through my nerves like ants wearing steel-toe
