![]() ![]() ![]() Grimacing, Red pulled herself from the hollow and stumbled away from the tree. In severing them, Red had cut her hands-and her intervention had allowed her to be the one who crossed into the fairy realm. ![]() Someone else had-an unwilling captive held in cruel bonds of spidertwine. Red had not been intended for the fairy realm on the night she gained access to it. Her mind raced back, remembering how she had got them. Yet beneath the blood, the injuries had healed to silvery scars. Her skin was lacerated with thin slashes, crossing this way and that, too many to count. As the mottled morning light filtered through the undergrowth, she saw the scars.īoth palms were caked with a dark substance. Shivering, she reached out a stiff, cold hand to push aside the tangle of branches and brambles concealing her from the forest. She was curled into the hollow trunk of an ancient tree. ![]() It was dawn when she awoke from a sleep that had been like a black void. She had finally gained access to the fairy realm. During the months that followed, she had lived by her wits and refused to doubt-even fleetingly-that she would find him. At the first opportunity, Red had run away to search for him. His disappearance had occurred less than two months after their parents' deaths eighteen months ago. It consumed her and became her sole purpose, her reason for being. Ever since fairies had stolen away her little brother, Rowan Fox-or Red, as she now called herself-had thought of nothing except how to get him back. ![]()
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