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"I told you she would make it," Ronan said, his voice laced with amusement and relief.
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," I replied, fighting the urge to grin at the other man. "Does anybody happen to have any clothes I could wear?"
Both seemed to only just realize that I was naked. Their eyes went wide and Ronan gasped before they both threw what amounted to coats over me covering me and giving me that layer of protection that I'd been missing. It was amazing what a single scrap of fabric could do to make one feel more secure.
They weren't just scraps of fabric though. They were great swaths of it, once again emphasizing how much bigger than me they were.
"Have you seen Wyn?" I asked as I got the material settled over my body.
The two of them looked at one another and my heart sank. "No. To be honest, she probably didn't make it," Ronan said, not pulling any punches with me, which I both appreciated and hated him for.
"So why did I?"
"Because you're fae." Thorn's words were so matter-of-fact that it took a second for me to register what he'd actually said.
I frowned at them since they were obviously talking nonsense. "No, I'm human," I said, backing away from them slightly.
Thorn sighed heavily. "If you were, you wouldn't have survived the veil."
"Is it a guarantee that all humans die if they go through the veil?"
They both hesitated, and I knew that there was a chance that Wyn didn't die. "I suppose if they have enough magic and are powerful enough, they might survive. But most humans suffer a terrible death at the hands of the magic of our forefathers."
"But Wyn has magic. She is powerful. So she could have survived, right?" I could hear the desperation in my voice and my throat tightened. I wanted to demand that they comfort me, that they tell me that she was alive even if it wasn't the truth, because in that moment I wasn't sure I could handle the idea of her dying.
They wouldn't do that though, not when they believed that being honest with me was showing me respect, not that they'd been honest with me before. My head swam.
Thorn's gaze darted over my head, scanning the landscape surrounding us. Suddenly, he was on guard for something, but I didn't know what. "Come on, let's go back to camp." He turned on his heel and Ronan did the same before they began to move back to the woods.
I still didn't know where we were, so I followed him. With the two of them in front of me I got a better understanding of our height differences once more, and I couldn't stop the words from spilling from my mouth as I exclaimed, "Just how fucking tall are you?"
A chuckle rose from the two of them as we headed toward their camp. "That's the first thing you're asking?" Ronan asked over his shoulder. f
"Well, I'm sorry, but it's a little surprising. I thought fae were supposed to be small."
They both burst out laughing. "No, that's a human misconception from an overheard conversation that they took the wrong way. Fae by themselves are not small. We get small when we go through the veil and into the human lands. As you can see, we are quite a bit larger. This is our true form."
I didn't reply, mainly because I didn't know what to say.
Ronan groaned a little before he said, "I told you she wouldn't be happy."
"Who would be happy after their lover pushed them to their death?" I snarked.
Thorn stopped and turned to me. "We didn't have a choice. Even now there will be consequences to my actions that I won't be able to undo."
"You threw me into a wall of magic that's known for killing people! You can't expect me to not be upset by that. I mean how did you even know I would survive?" I demanded, anger flooding my body and making me want to lash out.
"Because we knew you were fae. Didn't expect it to take you so long. But there we go." Thorn shrugged and started walking forward once more.
"What do you mean take me so long?"
Before anyone answered me I realized that we had reached the treeline. Just inside was their camp where they had set up a small fire and supplies were piled around the small area. The third man, the one who had met them in the clearing was there. My guard immediately went up. He looked me over, obviously gathering that Thorn had given me his coat.
"Sit. You must be hungry." Thorn was back to his grumpy self.
"I guess," I muttered as I plopped down on the ground was the fire.
"You were in there for ten days. You should have an appetite by now. I'm surprised you're even alive," The mystery third man said.
