Chapter Five
Summer was at its fullest, and all the plants, from the mightiest oak to the tiniest moss, were a lush, deep green. As Una followed Flynn, she watched a squirrel race up a tree, and plenty of bird and insect activity. He had led her through a couple of fields that she presumed were for grazing, given how low the grass was. But for the most part, they stuck to the forest, away from the beaten path.
They had been trekking for hours already, mostly in silence, and just as Una noticed their pace had begun to slow, Flynn stopped walking. It seemed to her that they were very deep in the forest, and the thought of being left alone there sent a chill down her spine. The light had changed from bright and crisp to mellow and ripe. It must be late afternoon, she thought. Turning her at
