Chapter 61
NowCian dropped the stone, not caring where it landed. Faolin was there, he was real, the cold and dusty attic was here.
She’d made it back. He caught her, and she squeezed him as hard as she could.
“Cian!”
She’d made it back.
“How long was I gone?” she said, gasping for air with smell and texture.
“I’d say about five minutes. Are you all right?”
She nodded, finally accepting she was back in the world. Hard on the heels of that was worry about the state of Branwen’s mind.
“Branwen can’t stay there much longer. She’s not stable.” She stepped back from him, removing the coarse robe. “She’s been rubbing her stomach so much she’s bright red, like she can’t stop.”
Faolin took the robe from her, then wrapped her warm coat around her shoulders. It wasn’t nearly as cold as it h
