Faith is Fallen (Broken Fantasies Series)

Chapter 34

Beathan stood at the edge of a sea of black rock populated by large metal beasts. In the distance, a building had "Walmart" written across its front. He frowned. He'd become increasingly baffled by humans over the years, and he saw places like this as further evidence that Chaos was clearly superior to Order. After all, Chaos would see places like this turned to rubble, would see nature take it over, and he saw absolutely nothing wrong with that.

"Yes, she was definitely here," one of his men said off to the side.

"You sense her?"

"Her magic, yes. She used her magic in this very spot. I would recognize it anywhere after the display she put on back at that house."

Beathan nodded. Progress. They were getting closer. He could feel it. It was only a matter of time before he had Cara's throat gripped between his fingers. He reflexively squeezed his hands into fists at the thought.

She could never escape him now.

#

"Did you reach him?" Mike asked from behind a tree as Cara stepped off the road.

"Yes. But he's a few hours out. Fortunately, we have a plan now. We are meeting at Jefferson Memorial Forest."

"That sounds big."

"It is, but that's where knowing each other comes in handy. I know exactly where to meet."

"How long will it take to get there?" Mike looked behind him, and Cara could sense his uneasy like humidity in the air. "I feel like they're breathing down our necks."

"Don't worry, Mike. I'll get us out of this. You're just being paranoid." But Cara wasn't so sure. Changelings often perceived things differently, more clearly, than others, even Fae. They just had a tendency of not understanding what they were sensing, so they disregarded it as things like paranoia or uneasiness.

But Cara wouldn't be so closed-minded. If Mike felt like Beathan and his men were breathing down their necks, she would assume they were.

"You didn't answer me."

"Val might get there before we do. It depends on how quickly we can move."

And just in case, Cara wouldn't use any more magic until they reached safety. Mike's words kept repeating themselves in her head, sending chills down her spine. I feel like they're breathing down our necks.

#

"Any luck?" Beathan grumbled, annoyed with the circuitous routes they'd been traveling to catch up to his sister. She was one of the most powerful Fae he'd ever encountered. How hard could it be to track her? Honestly!

"She used influence on someone. I would guess that she walked out in front of a car running at full speed. Look at these skid marks. They're fresh."

"How did she influence him? What did she make him do?"

"I don't know."

"Did they get in the car?"

"No. No, they didn't." He turned around, looking critically at the spaces in all directions. He stopped and pointed. "There. They went in that direction."

"Then let's move."

Beathan followed his best tracker, passing the broken branches and shifted detritus that the man used to track them when they couldn't track her magic. It was slower, but they could follow them almost anywhere. And they would, or someone would pay dearly.