Fearne seemed to be keeping to the outskirts of woodland, watching for any sign of danger, while I lay at the tender mercies of her jaw. It was a miracle I was still alive.
'Jake, don't be mad,' she loosened her grip on me a little. 'I had no choice but to lie; I was about to kill you, and I wanted your last thoughts to be of your friends being tortured.'
I frowned at her, unable to believe she'd just said that with a straight face.
The scattering of a flock of birds nearby caused Fearne to stop moving. She seemed on edge, as though waiting for my rescuers to pounce on her. If only that were the case.
'You know I didn't leave you for Anya, right? No, I left you because you're insane!'
Her mouth opened to protest without thinking and I slid out, flapping my skeletal-like wings as fast as I could. I wasn't gaining much altitude, but I was getting away from her.
Dammit, she's fast.
