AFTER LEAVING THE HIGHWAY outside Annwn, it was a twenty-minute drive to the remaining patch of forest that had once covered Sidhe and kilometers around. The road to Cerberus was well paved, but the offshoot that ran to the forest was falling into disrepair. No one except Wilder had lived out that way for years.
Autocars, and the autovan Wilder and Tycho were using to take her home, had no function for avoiding potholes, perhaps because they were rare in the rest of Concordia. The vehicle hit the holes at full speed, jerking Wilder in her seat and making her teeth judder.
She was studying the view closely, looking for signs of Marines or military transports Cherry might have sent out to pick her up, but the surrounding landscape was empty of human life. Low scrub land was growing taller
