Page 54 of Tragic Ink
“No. Didyou?”
“I think... I mighthave.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know for sure but... followme.”
We didn’t make it more than three steps before a figure appeared. Rhys and I stopped. Ethan screeched, but the figure ignored it, all his attention focused onus.
“I know who you are,” I said in a voice that I hoped sounded more confident than I felt. When I’d warned Rhys earlier that the dark fae could be disguised as anyone, I hadn’t realized just how true that would prove tobe.
Between us and him, the darkness seemed to grow its ownshadows.
The figure took a step toward us, his broad shoulders and muscled arms so familiar to me. Even the swoop of the hair over his forehead—it really had grown long—was like a comfortable blanket or the scent of herbs in the foyer at home. Something I’d knowanywhere.
“Rhys,” I saidquietly.
Both figures answered. “Yes?”
I didn’t wait for the imposter next to me to notice he’d just been outed. Instead, I rammed my elbow into his ribs and sprinted for the figure upahead.
The real RhysGraywalk.
