“Or I can simply take you there.”
She gaped. “You know where the Morphos Court is?”
Klyde grinned. “Aye.”
“Why didn’t you say so before?” Zev growled.
“You didn’t ask.”
Lucenna reached out as if to strangle him and stifled a scream of frustration. She spun away and started jamming her belongings into her satchel. “He has a death wish, this man. One of these days, I will grant it. Mark my words.”
“I look forward to it, lass,” Klyde said, and he laughed when she gave him a foul gesture. He turned to Dyna. “I didn’t offer my assistance since it seemed you didn’t want me privy to your plans?” At her wary expression, he shrugged. “Well, it’s no business of mine. I don’t care which path we take as long as it eventually leads to Tarn.” Klyde strode ahead, walking his horse beside him. “I will take you to Morphos but keep close. The deeper we go into their territory, the stronger the magic works to lure you. Once we find the path, do not leave it. For there is no telling where the woods will take you. It’s called the Wyspwood for a reason.”
A shudder crept down Dyna’s spine, and they followed behind the captain quietly. When had he come across the Morphos Court?
Zev murmured under his breath. “He’s human. The least of us to likely resist enchantments. How do we know he won’t get us lost here?”
“He descends from Skellings,” Dyna reminded them. “He has fae blood in him, albeit distant.”
“And that coat of his reveals spells,” Lucenna added. “He has seen through my glamor before.”
Rawn shook his head as he studied Klyde confidently walking through the woods. “It is not his coat that reveals them, my lady. The captain may have the Sight, and if so, he will know the way.”
“The Sight?” Dyna whispered questioningly.
“He is referring to unveiled eyes.” Lucenna’s own eyes widened with realization. “The ability toseespells. It’s a rare ability among the fae, nearly unheard of in humans.”
Well, it seemed Klyde wasn’t finished surprising them. Keena had that ability too, if Dyna recalled.
Rawn nodded. “Look there.”
They stared at the dirt trail Klyde had been taking that none of them noticed until now. It widened into a path with every step they took.
A faint flutter of wings passed overhead, and the shadow of a figure passed through the faint daylight streaming through the branches. Dyna stifled a gasp.Don’t look.She kept going, but Zev whipped his head to the right, his eyes shining bright yellow.
“Hold on to him,” Rawn instructed her, and Dyna quickly took Zev’s hand.
Lucenna halted, staring into the dark trees on the left.
“Do not look at the trees, my lady,” Rawn warned, taking her arm. “The forest easily deceives.”
Klyde paused on the path, looking over his shoulder. “He’s right. Don’t listen to it, lass.”
Lucenna’s eyes welled. “But that’s my mother.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I hear her…” She tugged out of Rawn’s hold.
“Lady Lucenna, don’t leave the path.” He released Fair’s reins to grab her.
“Let me go! She needs me!”
Klyde swiftly yanked Lucenna backward into his arms before her foot landed outside of the path.
Dyna clung onto Zev’s arm, but he made no move to follow whatever called him. She stared in the direction he did, seeing nothing but still trees. “What do you see?”
His reflective eyes were pained and glassy. “Only dreams of things that once were and never will be again…”
