Chapter Two Hundred-Three – Innocence
This was no dream.
Laurel felt her body leave the ground and she was in Zeldris's arms. What was happening?
"Who are you!"
She heard Zeldris ask.
Had it been a person on her body? What would that mean? Her eyes flared in annoyance and she left Zeldris.
She looked at the figure, but it wasn't a piece of her imagination or dream land. It was a being.
A young man with red hair, which reminded her of the twins'. He also had the lost and anticipating expression.
His eyes were a calm shade of golden and they gazed painfully at her. He embodied the beauty she attributed to the twins, so that look he gave worried her.
She frowned at Zeldris, who got confused.
"How far away were you that you didn't notice?"
Zeldris looked down. "I'm sorry, but," he glared at the man, "he moved noiselessly. I don't know how long he'd been—"
