She did that.
With his help, but she did it.
Lucenna looked up at the sky, wishing her mother were here to see it.
“Are you coming, lass?” Klyde called from up ahead, passing through the bushes. “Or do you need me to carry you again? Please say yes.”
Lucenna snorted. She blinked back the wetness in her eyes and quickly wiped her cheek. “Relish that moment, depraved fool. It’s the last time you will ever feel my body pressed against yours!”
His warm laughter drifted to her, and she secretly smiled.
CHAPTER 14
Dynalya
“Are you sure it’s around here, Lord Norrlen?” Dyna asked. She drew out the rolled-up page from her cloak and opened it, revealing the blank page, and quietly murmured, “Tellus, lunam, solis.”
A spark of purple and green light rippled across the page. Black ink swirled on the surface next as the enchanted map took form. It glowed purple, outlining the entire country of Urn. She tapped on the crop of trees outside of Troll Bridge, and the enchanted ink spiraled until a forest called the Wyspwood filled the page. But it didn’t reveal the location of the pixies.
“My only knowledge is that they reside in these woods,” Rawn said beside her. He frowned thoughtfully, studying Azeran’s enchanted map. “I’m afraid I have not had the pleasure of visiting it yet.”
“Nor did Azeran, by the looks of it.” Otherwise, it would have been marked. Dyna sighed and rolled up the map.
“We have been searching for Morphos in these woods for the past two days.” She observed their surroundings and the mystical forest. There wasn’t a sense of danger, but she did sense magic here. “Why do I get the feeling we are going in circles?”
“Why are you searching for the Morphos Court?” Klyde asked suddenly from behind them.
Dyna jumped and discreetly hid the map behind her back as they turned,passing it to Rawn.
Klyde held on to Onyx’s and Fair’s reins. They had asked him to take the horses to a nearby creek to drink with Lucenna and Zev while they filled their waterskins.
The captain’s brow pinched. “Are we not headed to Dwarf Shoe?”
“We are, of course,” Rawn replied. “There is someone we must see first.”
“And I imagine you can’t find it on your map,” Klyde guessed, and she stiffened. “Nor would it be on any other. Most fae courts keep their territories hidden, as they prefer it that way, the Morphos Court most of all.”
She discreetly released her held breath, and the others eased.
Klyde continued. “The Wyspwood is enchanted to keep uninvited guests out of their territory.”
“Then wehavebeen walking in circles.” Dyna groaned, pressing on her left side beneath her chest. She always felt sore there now.
“Makes sense. I have not been able to pick up their scent,” Zev added. “I thought it was due to the rain.”
“They keep their court hidden because of their wealth?” Dyna asked Klyde.
“Because of their flowers.”
“Flowers?” Lucenna’s brow furrowed. Zev shrugged when she glanced at him questioningly.
“That is the source of their wealth,” he said. “And much more.”
“How do we find them?” Dyna asked.
“They find you.” Klyde handed Fair’s reins back to Rawn. “There are several ways to draw out the fae. Filling your pockets with posies, rolling in a patch of four-leaf clovers, stepping into a ring of toadstools, drinking fresh rainwater from a tree hollow. Even requesting to make a deal with them, which I do not recommend, or…”
“Or?” Dyna pressed, all of them keenly listening.
