Elizabeth heaved a breath out of her mouth, the steam rewrote to the frozen cloud and surged up.
"Get inside the cart, Elizabeth, in no cause leave the baby alone."
Elizabeth nodded, her eyes drifted on the cart that its door was open before her.
"Is she there?" She was watching the wooden box inside the cart."
"Yes, faeries might become angry of using salt but we hadn't another way."
He noted desperately, holding her arm, he aided her to go inside the cart. Charles was riding the cart, the mist drove heavy and those lanterns barely could kill the haze and offer light.
"We shouldn't kill the time here and there, Dorian! Going straight to Wood clan is our choice, they wouldn't take the responsibility but they might lead us to the Abyss."
Miguel grabbed the saddle and swung up, adjusting himself, he held the rein. The gate of faeries always had deer guards but he wasn't sure if they were guarding in this situation or not.
