Chapter 22

The luggage lays open on the bed as the folded clothes lay before it. Hands on my hips, I take in a deep breath as I look out the window to see nothing but a stretch of forest. I could use a change of scenery, a chance to distance myself from Fiona, to figure out more about who Leo was and is to me, and the answers the elves may offer me when I arrive. First are my shoes, landing at the bottom as my clothes follow in a messy order, the luggage shutting easily as I take a seat right beside it, looking to the ring on the top of the dresser. The clock on the wall ticks, my time running short as I get to my feet, weight pulling on my chest as I try and remind myself why I am doing what I am about to do. My luggage trailing behind me, I grab the ring, sliding it onto my right hand as I know better than to place it upon my left hand.  I meet Leo downstairs, his frame filling up the front doorway as a car waits for us just outside. Fiona stands beside him, whispers stopping as th