Forever (An Unfortunate Fairy Tale 5)

“She can find him,” Winona said firmly to Ever. “Mina has the closest connection to him of any of us.”

“I don’t know how.” Mina felt the mounting pressure being placed on her and began to doubt.

“In your dreams. The pixie told me of your dreams, that you see things,” Winona encouraged.

“No, mostly nightmares. But then sometimes it feels real,” Mina answered, a slight panic rising within her.

“Can you honestly tell me you’ve never dreamed something, a conversation that never came true?”

The premonition of Ever’s death. And more than that. Mina thought back to her many restless nights and the pieces of her dreams that came true. Of being pulled underwater by Teague, though he was pulling her underground. Or the conversations she had with him. Her heart raced, and breathing became a challenge.

It was true. She was seeing bits of the future. “But how can I do it on purpose?”

“Just think about him while you fall asleep. Your subconscience will seek him out,” Winona said.

Mina felt all of the eyes on her and swallowed. “I’ll try, but I think I’m too wound up to sleep.”

Winona smiled. “I have a tea for that. I’ll brew you a cup and let you sleep. Take your time. The dream will come.”

“But what if I’m too late?”

“Then we will have to fight Teague to steal him back,” Ternan answered.

“You’re not afraid of him?” Mina asked.

“No. In fact, it will be our pleasure to inflict a little payback on the Royals for what King Lucian did to our daughter.” He grinned evilly.

Mina felt a moment of indecisiveness arise at her grandfather’s eagerness for war. Was she really in the right place to find help for Charlie? She couldn’t go back to Teague now, so she prayed that she was doing the right thing.

Chapter 26

Sleep didn’t come easily. Mina had lain down on a small padded bench in the captain’s quarters with a pillow and blanket. She tried to focus her mind on her brother, but too many questions, thoughts, and fears plagued her—not to mention, she was in the middle of the ocean on a Fae ship, surrounded by her mother’s family. Instead of relief, a flood of angry thoughts rushed at her. Her mother shouldn’t have kept them from her. She lied.

Mina punched the pillow and tried to get comfortable again, but the gentle sway of the waves didn’t help. They only reminded her she wasn’t on land. She stared at the warm cup of tea on a small table to her right. Her first instinct was to avoid the sea blue liquid with its unique aroma. She’d never in her life seen blue tea, and she didn’t know what it would do to her—or if it was even safe. And she had only just met her mother’s parents. They might be lying about the effects of the tea.

But what other choice did she have?

Mina picked up the blue tea to give it a cursory sniff and picked up motes of fruit and honey. Tipping the cup, she drank the first few sips slowly before she gained enough courage to finish it off. She laid back down on the pillow and tried to concentrate on Charlie.

But her mind couldn’t stay away from Teague.

He was furious. She could see his stiff angry posture as he stormed about the castle, searching for her. Her heart ached to see that she was causing him so much pain and anger.

“You promised me!” he yelled into the empty room. He stormed through the halls and burst through the doors to his own room. He went to a table and snatched up a small silver hand mirror and spoke her name. In the dream, she could see the mirror shimmer as it changed from his reflection to an image of her.

Confusion marred his face as he met her eyes. “You ran away to be with the sirens.” His voice wavered. “I told you what would happen if you broke our deal,” he said, his voice suddenly like steel. “You’ll have to come back to me if you want your brother.” His hands held the mirror so tightly his knuckles turned white. He slammed the mirror back down onto the table then turned and yelled out the door.

“Summon the Reapers and my army. She has broken my trust for the last time.” Mina could see shadows move to do his bidding. She wanted to scream at him that whatever he was seeing was a lie, that she hadn’t abandoned him, hadn’t left him.

Her dream shifted. It was night, and she was running for her life. She could hear the low growl of the omen on her tail. She was running down an unfamiliar street. She tripped in the darkness and landed on the pavement. Her hands and knees were scraped, and she looked desperately around in the darkness for the omen, pulling out a small hand mirror to glance over her shoulder. There it was, mere feet from her, with its eyes pale as death and his snarling mouth.

It lunged, and she dropped the mirror.

She cried out in her sleep and woke up covered in sweat. Winona sat in a chair off to the side of the room, watching over her.

Mina covered her mouth with her hands and tried to keep from crying out, but she was wracked with silent sobs. Winona rushed forward and kneeled beside the couch. “What is it? What did you see?”

“My death,” she whispered. Her body went cold. “I don’t make it in time to save them.”