I spend most of my time in the forest, gathering herbs for the journey ahead. Andrew won’t return from Millbrook for another three days, but I can wait for him in the human town. The thought of seeing his face when I tell him “yes” makes my heart flutter with hope. But more than anything, it is the idea of gaining my freedom that has me floating on cloud nine.
However, things very rarely go my way, and I should have anticipated that they wouldn’t.
I’m returning from the Wyvern Woods, my basket heavy with medicinal plants, when I see the folded paper tucked under my door. Frowning, I pick it up and enter my home. After setting down the basket on the coffee table, I unfold the message. Daciana’s hurried handwriting is unmistakable.
Leave. Now. Don’t ask questions. Just go.
My blood turns
