I didn’t want to acknowledge the thoughts that were going through my mind, didn’t want to acknowledge the possibilities that I was starting to consider, even though the answers were staring me right in the face. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t panicked, that my heart hadn’t started to beat a mile a minute in the last few seconds. My calm composure of before was gone, my sanity hanging on by a thread.
I looked at Zeus, seeing that he was still grazing near the other horse, the one on which Anoa had come here with. I turned back to the place where I had been staring originally, feeling my throat close up slightly as the knowledge of what had happened settled onto my shoulders. I was standing at the border—the very border which Anoa had come to before to get her mind off of whateve
