They share a confused look.
“Wait, it might be them,” a woman at the back steps through them, her eyes on Farren. “What’s your name?”
“Don’t tell her. It could be a trap,” Rast warns.
The woman rolls her eyes, “How am I going to trap her by asking her name, numb nuts?”
Farren bursts out laughing, “I haven’t heard that insult before, that was amazing. I’m stealing that.”
The woman grins, “You’re welcome to it. You didn’t tell me your name, though. Smart.”
“Oh, she’s smart for not doing exactly what I just said she shouldn’t do?” Rast mutters under his breath.
The woman's lips twitch, but she pretends that she hasn’t heard him.
Farren’s smile widens, “I appreciate that you understand my caution.”
“How about I tell you my name?”
Farren’s eyebrows rise in surprise at her offer, “Sure, you tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
“I’m Sage,” she says with no hesitation, even though the men around her are giving her warning looks similar to the ones that we usually give Farren.
Farren smiles, “Nice to meet you, I’m Farren.”
Sage’s smile widens, “I thought so, which would make these your men.” She looks at me. “You’re Zev. I think you know our friend, Kysen?”
My eyebrows hit my hairline. “I haven’t spoken to him for a while, but yes, I know Kysen.”
“Hang on a fucking minute,” Rival starts. “If you know Kysen, that means that you are not natives to the Void.”
“We both know this isn’t the Void,” one of the guys says, his eyes rolling with literal flames.
“We aren’t from here,” Sage confirms. She tilts her head to the side slightly, like she’s listening to something that only she can hear. “In fact, we’re about to be sent back, Monty said we didn’t have long once we found you. You’re going to need these.”
She hands a palmful of small stones over to Farren.
Farren takes them cautiously and says, “I’ve got to admit, you aren’t making much sense right now.”
Sage grimaces, “I know, I get how fucking annoying that is, but I don’t know anything else, or I would tell you. Trust me. Or don’t, I suppose we’ve only just met, so you’ve got no reason to trust me.”
“Sage, we’re getting called, hurry,” the guy with the huge horns warns.
Sage nods, “You won’t need the stones for a while, so keep them somewhere safe.”
“Got it,” Farren replies. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” Sage replies with a friendly smile.
I watch in complete fascination as the group of them starts to fade.
“Wait, did you say Monty?” Farren suddenly asks.
Sage nods, “Yeah, he’s . . .”
“Of course, they disappear when they’re about to give us an actual answer,” Reaper groans.
“Do you think it’s the same Monty?” Mayhem asks curiously, watching the space where they’ve just disappeared.
