May took a deep breath and looked at Silas. He had been listening quietly. “There you have it — my family in a nutshell. You ready to run for the hills, now?” she asked.
“Now, why would I want to run for the hills? You are not your family. I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I am not about to let anyone come between us. We will handle all disputes together. We are going to be one. Moon Walking assured me of this before I started on this journey. I love you, my woodland sprite. I will always love you.”
“I love you, too. I have since I was fifteen,” said May.
He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Do you think they found us?” asked May. She did not move from Silas’ lap. She frowned at the door. The knock sounded again. “I g
