Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
It wasn’t fear that made me run, dashing away from the terrifying army. Not of them, anyway. My wrist had started tingling. The sand was rushing too fast. I had less than an hour left.
I had to find Donovan and get out of here, and I had to do it now.
I bolted around the mountain, throwing myself down like a gazelle, falling in some parts, rolling in others, willing my bumps and breaks and bruises away as quickly as I acquired them.
After a while, I gave up even using my feet, and simply hurled myself off every cliff I came across, dragging my broken body to the next ledge.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, I landed in a field with thick waist-high grass. I stood up, mentally shook off my injuries, and looked around.
The mountain had disappeared. Rolling hills spread out around me as far as the eye could see.
The tall blades of grass were an odd color—one side purple, the other silver.
When the wind blew, the grass waved gently in the breeze, alternating purple and silver.
It was an alien sight—mesmerizing as well as unsettling.
I shaded my eyes, trying to see into the distance. Was this it? Was I in the Fae under?
It looked like it went on forever.
Understanding dawned. It did go on forever.
Despair hit me like a truck, churning in my gut. I’d never felt so helpless before in my life. How was I supposed to find Donovan in these endless plains?
Desperately, I put my hand on my heart and massaged my chest. “Help me,” I whispered. “How do I do this? How am I going to search this whole place?”
The grass waved back and forth. A memory whispered in my ear. Touch grass if you can. I reached out and stroked it. Purple, silver, purple. It was endless.
“That didn’t help, Bronwyn!” I crouched down, panting. My wrist tingled—a warning. I was running out of time.
Desperately, I cried out loud. “Donovan, help me!”
His voice echoed in my ear. No borders, no boundaries.
Realization dawned. That was it. I didn’t have to go to him. The Under had to bring him to me.
I kept Donovan’s face fixed in my mind’s eye. “Take me to him,” I whispered. “Take me to my prince.”
The grass grew taller and taller again, waving purple, silver, purple, and silver. Waist-height, then shoulder, then over my head. Finally, it reached up into the sky, blotting out the sun, then swallowed all the light completely.