I could just make out its lights in the distance. I looked back up as reverse lights came on and the car started backing up. No cars were around, besides the one that had stopped. I exhaled a deep, shaky breath and looked down the highway. An old green Buick behind it screeched on its brakes and came to a stop about a quarter mile up the road. As far as I could tell, none of the Fae inside the house had sifted out, and I was still unable to sift myself.Ī horn blared as I hit the pavement, and I barely avoided becoming a pancake as I jumped backwards to avoid an eighteen wheeler loaded down with logs. They were far enough away that if I made it to the highway, I might live long enough to get away from them. I didn’t stop running even when I heard the hounds let loose a series of horrible sounding howls. I was the type who yelled at the girls in scary movies who did so. I wasn’t dumb enough to turn around and peek over my shoulder. I sped up, narrowly avoiding the manicured shrubbery on his extensive lawn, dodging trees as I refused to look back. I knew better than to try and be some kind of army of one just so I could figure it out. Ryder had been torturing Guild Warlocks along with some other men that I think were Fae, but I wasn’t sure what they were-they could just as easily have been human. Instinctively, I knew I wasn’t supposed to see what I had. I turned away from the window, and ran like my life depended upon it.
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