“Jennet!”
“JPanic clawed through Tam. Her scream still echoed in his ears as he was plunged into a heavy mist. A moment later, he stood alone on a flat plain, silken wisps of grey surrounding him in all directions.
“Jennet!” he called again.
He turned in a circle, straining to see something. Anything. The light lay tranquil and heavy about him. His pulse beat loudly, like a broken clock in a place time didn’t exist.
“Jennet?” This time it came out a whisper.
There was nothing but empty solitude in reply.
After a minute, or an eternity, he saw a figure coming toward him through the mist. A woman! His breath turned leaden when he realized it wasn’t Jennet. Just as quickly his disappointment pivoted to fear, heart clenching when he recognized who it was.
The Dark Queen of the fey.
Her
