CHAPTER NINE
MY NIGHTMARE
“Chastity, are you okay?” Hoarse asked.
“I’m fine.” My heart was still beating like a jackhammer.
The sides of the hippogriff refused to open. No matter how hard Hoarse tried, they remained stuck.
At length, the dark started fading, making way for the bright, shimmering gray.
Natalie and St. Phillipus stood outside the hippogriff. St. Phillipus’s hands were covered with the brightest shimmering gray sand I’d ever seen, washing away the darkness on the hippogriff.
The door sprang open and I got out. The minute I was out, the compartment’s flap closed again. In a flash, Hoarse maneuvered the hippogriff back outside the pod.
“Don’t be an i***t,” St. Phillipus called. “Your host isn’t going to make it.”
But Hoarse didn’t return. He was too far gone.
“What ha
