That’s the first time I’ve heard my name on his lips. I’m sure of it. I take a step back. “How do I know you, Ronan?”
He swallows and there’s a pause I don’t like. “You don’t. But who else is here to help you?”
No one, and I don’t even know where here is. “Where am I?”
Because as I look more closely at my surroundings, there is so much that is wrong. The blades of grass are as thick as my fingers. A ladybug the size of my palm waddles up a stem. Even the trees are wrong somehow…
I blink and remember the sword wielding guy on the path. “Oh shit.”
I take several steps back, tripping over the weird grass. I remember the horse with the ant head. I see Ronan killing it and the creature bursting like an ink filled balloon.
The world tilts and I stumble.
He catches me.
I don’t know if I should push him away or thank him for saving my life. Caught in between, I burst into tears.
