How long had we traveled? I couldn’t be sure any longer. I whimpered as my feet started to hurt again. “I can’t walk anymore,” I panted as I came to a stop. “My feet hurt too much.”
Oberon came back from the front. “We still have a long way to go, you can’t make it farther?”
I shook my head as I leaned against the hard cold wall. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll carry her for a bit,” Odin offered. “I’m the strongest of us, we won’t lose any time.”
Angel frowned at that news. “Strongest? You? I’ll take her.”
“No,” Oberon shook his head. “If we’re attacked we’ll need your offense powers, both of you. Omi, you’re going to carry her for as long as you can.”
“Me?” Omi looked at me and scratched his blonde hair again. “The most efficient way would be for you to climb onto my back. Is that okay with you?
