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She huffed when I released her and continued to lay there, unmoving. “We will get our answers soon, and you will see.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lucy

Ablinding,radiantlightdancedand flickered before my tightly shut eyelids. Startled, I blinked repeatedly, my eyes straining to catch a glimpse of the source. It backed away, revealing the blue wisp floating gracefully in the air. It tapped my nose, leaving a faint tickling sensation, before gracefully twirling away as I stirred. Struggling to lift my head, I strained against the tightness enveloping my body.

Simon’s face was buried in my neck, with locks of my hair in his mouth. It appeared he was chewing my hair, but as I pulled itfrom his lips, he hummed and tiny snores filled the tent. I tried to hold back my smile while I peeled myself from him.

He was out for the count after a hot make-out session—saying it was to help me forget my worries. His cock was sitting outside his pouch, hard and already at attention. I leaned forward to get a better look, but the whisp came over and pulled at my hair.

I waved it away like a fly and snorted. “What do you want, little troublemaker?” If the light had shoulders, I bet it would slump when it dipped lower. Instead, it floated lower and whirled about the room and left the tent.

The last time I saw a whisp, I had naughty dreams of Simon, got scent-marked and chased by an ogre. Did I want to go down that path?

If these whisps were tiny directions to your fate, I should follow, right? I looked down at Simon’s sleeping form. He was curled around the pillow I was using and took a long pull of my scent.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I grabbed the lantern by the opening of the tent. The fire was low but exuded a great amount of light. The one small flame could light up meters in front of me.

The whisp waited outside, and I put one hand on my hip. “Alright now, you are supposed to show me my fate, right?”

The whisp didn’t answer, of course, and instead spun in a big circle and dashed through the clearing where the cabin and our tent stood and waited at the edge of the tree line.

I bit my lip and gazed back at the tent before I made the ultimate decision to follow.

I mean, why the hell not?

For science!

Instead of walking, I eagerly darted after it, my heart pounding with anticipation. The whisp danced through the air, its faint glow illuminating the surrounding darkness. With each leap, itgracefully bounced up and down from tree limb to tree limb, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

As I followed the whisp, my footsteps were hushed, barely making a sound on the forest floor. I was led down a narrow path, barely visible, but recently walked. The branches had been cleared aside, revealing the way forward, and the soft soil beneath my feet gave way gently with each step.

As I ventured deeper into the enchanted forest, the aroma of damp earth and the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air, creating a sensory symphony.

It was so clean, so fresh. A far cry from any place I had been to on Earth.

I trampled on the purple moss, and tiny lights burst into existence, shimmering like stars beneath my feet, and their ethereal glow enchanting the forest further.

I laughed when the light stopped just ahead of me. It wiggled back and forth in front of the thick brush, as if ready for me to catch it. Holding my lantern, I ran forward and as I jumped to grab it, the whisp disappeared. I fell through the bushes, and I was standing in front of a hot spring.

Of course it was hot, but the air was crisp and cool, with a gentle breeze brushing against my skin. I could see the steam gracefully dancing above the water, creating a mystical aura. Carefully placing the lantern on a smooth rock, I ventured closer to the hot spring. The shimmering water glistened under the moon’s soft glow, beckoning me with its alluring charm.

I stepped closer, and the surface of the water rippled as if in response to my presence.

“Magic,” I muttered to myself, “or it could be just a frog that hopped into the spring.” I shook my head and stared at the beautiful bioluminescent plants in the pool. When I lifted my head to get a better sense of my surroundings, a woman was patiently waiting on a rock high above and waved at me.

I gasped and stepped back. Her head was tilted to the side, her elbow resting on her bent knee as she sat. She was donned in leather pants, an arrow braced on her arm, her bow sitting on her back. On top of her head was an organic, decorative headpiece that could be mistaken for tiny horns with vines wrapped around it.

Was she a fairy of some kind? A fae?

The woman smiled. While she looked youthful, her eyes were old and appeared to be full of wisdom. “At least you remain curious, perhaps it won’t be so difficult for you to see.”

I stepped back, ready to run. I wasn’t about to get caught up in a trap. Those whisps were crazy, and I wasn’t about to get hunted down again.

“Easy there,” the woman said and held up her hands. She sat up straight on the rock. “Not going to hurt you. I don’t hunt your kind.”

Hunt my kind?

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