All I saw instead was the darkening forest. A massive tree stood in front of me, with a large knot in its center.
“Luc—” Before I could get out the words, hands with thin, cold fingers wrapped around my throat.
“Careful little one,” a deep voice said as the hands tightened just enough to terrify me. “Mustn’t move. Mustn’t speak. Or Gobble will take care of you.”
I froze as I realized what had happened.
This was a fey.
I’d been kidnapped by the fey.
Chapter Eighteen
A wolf howled in the distance, and I hoped that meant that Lucas would be here soon. If that was Lucas at all…
Please be Lucas.
The hands released me and I collapsed to the ground. I whirled to face the thing as I tried to catch my breath.
In the fading light, I could see the creature’s face—long and narrow with a pointy chin and thin lips. It stared with big, round eyes the lightest shade of blue I’d ever seen. The silver hair that fell in curls to its chin was tucked behind slightly pointed ears. His tall blue and green wings rippled behind him.
His aura was like a sapphire, glittering with silver speckles. Not quite as pretty as Cosette’s, but still beautiful.
“Little you looks tasty,” he said, flashing sharp fangs.
I scrabbled backward on the leaves, trying to put some distance between us.
Please don’t let him mean that literally. Maybe he meant tasty in that I was nice.
That was a possibility, wasn’t it?
The wolf howled again, this time closer, but I didn’t dare turn toward the sound.
He wore only a tattered loincloth. If he’d have been tiny—mouse-sized—I would’ve thought he was just a creepy little fairy.
No such luck. He was big. Lanky. Tall. He wasn’t thick with muscle, but he was completely lean. My throat throbbed where he’d grabbed me.
He crouched in front of me, bringing his face close to mine. I didn’t dare move out of fear that he’d strike out. Instead, I waited and watched. Hoping I could get cast a defensive spell faster than he could attack.
“What brings such a tasty treat to these parts?”
Oh God. He really did mean to eat me.
I swallowed. “I’m looking for white mages—”
“None in these parts. Not for a long time. Just underhill.”
He slurped his lips and my breaths started to rasp. If I didn’t calm down, I was going to start hyperventilating.
Fey didn’t eat people. Cosette had never—
Cosette. I’d almost forgotten. Time to play the only card I had. “I’m friends with a fey. You must’ve heard of her.”
“Who then?”
“Cosette Argent.”
A bright flash burst and suddenly the creature was tiny—or what I imagined was normal fairy size. It flitted around my head before hovering in front of my face. “You’re the witchy witch she likes.” His voice was high pitched now. A tiny squeaking thing.