I placed the silver key on my palm and like a compass, it spun around until it found the right direction.
“I bet that’s not North,” I muttered to Hyde, drawing comfort from having him so close to me. “What do you think?”
He looked at me, his red eyes vibrant and dark at the same time.
“You’re right. Let’s risk it.”
The Veil was eerily quiet, even more so now I was completely on my own. No teacher to guide me, no friend to bind me, nobody to catch me if it went wrong. I didn’t even get to keep my wings. That was a bit of a bummer.
I knew the rumours about the Veil. I knew what was waiting for me on the other end. And the answer was nothing. There was no other side, not for Wind Children. It was either retirement in Valhalla or a last ride on the wings of the wind. And without a key to
