Epilogue
Wind streams through my hair and blood races in my veins as Bandit soars through the air above the oasis. From way up here, I’ve got a great view of every part of the Griffin rebels’ home: the giant trees with houses cradled in their branches; the pavilion and hammocks and the various buildings on the ground; the orchard and the playground. The river and the enchanted beach.
A tiny part of me is still waiting for someone to tell me there’s been a terrible mistake. That these people aren’t my family, and that I should be tossed out into the fae world to fend for myself. But the rest of me is daring to accept that I’ve finally found the place where I belong. The rest of me is daring to be happy.
We near the edge of the dome layer, and Bandit banks, then takes a nosedive toward th
