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I still had no idea where I was, or how to find that damn cave.
Halfway through the massive fruit I was eating—the one I’d always calledpurple shell-fruitin my head, my frustration reached a peak.
I was sweaty.
I was tired.
I was lonely.
And I wanted to go home, even though I still didn’t have a damn home after two decades in Vevol.
So I turned my anger to the guy who had been following me.
“I know you’re out there!” I yelled at the trees, cupping my hands to make my voice louder. I didn’t think it would help all that much, since Vevol’s trees were stupidly tall and wide, but I did it anyway. “Come talk to me for five minutes! I need directions!”
For two tense minutes, I waited for something.
Anything.
A sign that I’d been heard.
A sign that I’d been ignored would’ve worked, even.
But I got nothing.
Anger swelled in my chest.
“You are the fucking worst!” I shouted. Looking around the dirt at my bare feet, I grabbed the nearest rock—it was bigger than my fist—and hurled it at a tree. It collided with the trunk, making a noise that did not resemble an Earthly rock-on-woodthunk.
Sometimes, I missed Earth.
And sometimes I wanted to flip it the bird and curse its name.
Then again, I was like that with most places. And people.
And… everything else, too.
I needed an attitude adjustment, but I wasn’t sure how to go about doing that. At least I’d swallowed my pride long enough to apologize to Aev; that had made me feel slightly better about some things.
“Trying to kill a tree now?” A deep male voice drawled behind me.
I spun around, clenching my fists and wishing I’d kept that rock.
The man in front of me was…
“Teris?” I blinked at the seelie.
The Wild Hunt’s sabertooth.
He was even bigger than I remembered him, and so muscular he might as well have been chiseled out of stone.
While his chest and arms had been free of ink the last time I saw him, one of his arms was now covered in black markings that began on his hand and snaked up over his shoulder and around his neck. They were intricately detailed, but I couldn’t tell what they depicted from where I was. Somehow, they made him even more gorgeous.
Why the hell had he followed me, though?
And… why was I so glad it was him?
I didn’t really need an answer to that last one. The answer could be found in our history. I just liked to pretend it hadn’t happened, because of everything that had come afterward.
