mounting. Why was this small town so packed? Who’d ever heard of Forks?
I ground my teeth.
Savannah was close. The bond between us was taut and pulling
uncomfortably in my chest.
I had to get to her. She was hurt and alone, and it was all my fault. I’d let
my guard down. I’d lost my focus while drunk on wine and lust, and I’d let
her fall asleep. After she’d disappeared, I’d nearly turned Cavra’s revel into a
bloodbath before getting a hold of Sorsha and exiting the Dreamlands. I’d
woken in the tent, but Savannah was gone.
I’d been almost overcome with relief when I’d heard her voice on the
phone. She’d survived, but that didn’t absolve me of anything.
“Do you think she’s still here?” Neve asked. As soon as I’d gotten off the
phone with Savannah, I’d grabbed Sam and headed to Neve. She’d used her
planes-walking powers to teleport us to SeaTec airport, the closest location
she was familiar with.
“Yes, she’s here,” I growled as I wedged the rental SUV into a handicap
spot.
Sam raised her eyebrows and glanced at Neve. “Somebody’s in a rush. I
think we’ll give you two a mo—”
I was out of the SUV and striding across the lot before she finished.
The bell of the door rang as Savannah stepped out of the Subway. She
was barefoot and dressed in black leggings and a poorly fitting sweater. Her
gaze instantly locked on me, and my heart missed a beat.
She’d known I was here. Was she also feeling the pull of our bond?
I wove through the parking lot. A car slammed on its brakes and squealed
to a halt in front of me as I crossed the street. The driver blared the horn, but I
paid him no attention.
Savannah leapt into my arms as the driver gave one last defiant honk. I
shot him a look that stilled his heart and had him throwing his car into
reverse. I pulled Savannah close, burying my face in her hair. Her familiar