“Not if the fey are all out here—”

“You don’t know that!”

“I don’t know anything,” Guinn agreed. “But do you have a better suggestion?”

“Yes!” Rhea’s eyes flashed. “I would suggest not running straight through the middle of a Svarestri camp!”

“Is the camp where the guys are?” I asked, looking ahead to where fires were now clearly visible, glimmering through gaps in the forest.

“Don’t answer that!” Rhea said sharply, causing me to blink, but Guinn had already nodded.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“How do you think?” She shot me a look. “A tree told me!”

And then a fey grabbed me by the hair from somewhere above.

Three guesses who it was, and the first two don’t count, I thought, as I was dragged up to Arsen’s furious face. How the hell he’d gotten up there, I didn’t know, but he was close enough that I could have poked my fingers in his eyes. So, I did, because it felt like he was trying to scalp me. And as soon as he yelled and let go, Rhea hexed the shit out of him, really giving it her all this time, with a satisfaction that reminded me a lot of her mother.

He landed in the dirt behind us, convulsing, and I landed back on the big limb I’d been occupying with Rhea—sans a good-sized clump of hair. And then we all landed in the middle of the fey encampment, because we’d just broken through the tree line. Although I didn’t know if that was the right word considering that we were bringing the trees with us.

It didn’t look like the fey knew, either. I had a split second to see shocked faces, and people grabbing for weapons they didn’t manage to reach and that wouldn’t have helped them if they had, and then they were scattering in all directions, because it was either that or get mowed the hell down.

And that was a problem, because there were two people here who I didn’t want run over!

“Guinn!” I screamed.

“What?” she turned around.

“The guys! We have to get the guys!”

“I know that! Where are they?”

I stared at her. “You don’t know?”

“How should I know?”

“You said you asked a tree!”

“I did, but it’s not… you know, they don’t communicate details particularly well—”

“Guinn! We’re going to kill them trying to save them!” I yelled, right before I went flying.

I hit the ground at the feet of an incandescent fey, who’d just lassoed me with some kind of spell. And, of course, it wasn’t just any old fey. It was a half-naked, armor-wearing jerk with glowing golden eyes and long silver hair whipping around his face. He would have been an impressive sight, if I hadn’t been so goddamned mad.

“Arsen, you asshole!”