Page 73 of Dragon’s Rebel

“Rebel?”

Someone was calling her name, but it was faint.

“Rebel!” There was a touch on her shoulder, and she started and whipped her head around, hand on the hidden knife in her sleeve.

She was in the SUV with Thorne and Zane and Blaze, and Thorne had his hand on her arm. His forehead was creased, and he looked worried. “Are you okay? Do you feel something?”

Rebel slammed the door in her mind. “No, I don’t feel anything. I was just looking at the fruit stand and remembering…”

Blaze said, “Fruit stand?”

“Yeah. It’s just the same…” she broke off as she looked out the window. The field was full ove corn, but there were no people. The remains of the fruit stand stood forlorn and empty, part of the roof collapsed. There was no one there.

Anxiety stabbed at her stomach. She’d seen it. Just like it was…

Rebel shook her head. Just memories. “There was some kind of hippie commune that had a farm here, and they used to run a fruit stand. We’d walk over sometimes and buy fruit.”

She could feel the excitement vibrating through the SUV. “This is the place,” Zane breathed. “Can you remember anything else? Which way did you come from?”

Rebel pointed immediately to the far side of the field. “There was a path through the woods,” she said. “But the road goes around. It makes a big curve a bit further on, and then there’s a dirt road. There was.”

Zane leaned forward and pointed at the SUV’s GPS. “The map shows the road curving around, like she says. The dirt road isn’t marked.”

Thorne nodded. He shifted the car into gear, but kept his foot on the brake. “Sure you’re okay?” he asked softly.

Rebel just shook her head. “We’re almost there,” was all she said.

Thorne touched her lightly on the arm, and then started the SUV.