They fly for hours. Rory never breaks his stride, not slowing down once. Lilli and Merlyn close behind them, following every turn he makes with ease. She's thankful for the cool wind around her, the breath of life flowing through her. Stronger with each passing minute. The only reminder of her bruises are dull, yellow blotches.
The four of them don't speak once. The only sounds coming from the wind and their quick, flapping wings. Rory hasn't told her where they're headed, and frankly, she doesn't care. As long as it's far away from the castle. Far away from Aeron.
Freya can still feel the heat coursing through Rory, as if his wild flames are ablaze inside of him. His wound started to clot, the blood drying. His body is healing itself, but not fast enough. His face is still black and bl
