Page 27 of Forever Frenzy
“No, it’s like he just accepted it and is glad it’s over, but I can’t imagine he doesn’t still feel something.”
“You miss Saul.”
I swallowed. I did. I missed him so much. “I do,” I answered.
“Can you see his grave, there in the clearing? There’s a door there, right?”
“I can.” I sat beside it a lot, just staring at the mound of earth that hadn’t sunken back in yet. Tage stayed away when I went there.
She hugged me again. “Can I come back?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” she chirped, standing up. “I need to get back home, but I want you to bring me back tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow?” I stood.
“Yep. Same time.”
I laughed nervously. “I don’t know how to send you back.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out. You have to try, and if it doesn’t work, you can open the door in the clearing and I’ll walk back.”
“It’s winter, Mercedes. You don’t have any shoes on.”
Mercedes wiggled her toes, wincing. “Then I sure hope you can reverse what you just did.”
Tage waltzed back into the tent with a huge grin on his face. “Just concentrate and imagine placing her back into her kitchen.”
I closed my eyes and pictured Mercedes sitting at her kitchen table, spoon at her mouth, just as she was when she first arrived. When I opened them again, she was gone. “Do you think I put her back in her house?”
Tage nodded. “I think so.”
For the first time since being bound here, I felt infinitely lighter.
I felt free.
“I need to work on projecting myself instead of… whatever that was. I want to see my Dad, but I don’t want to hurt him if there’s a rough landing involved. It would be best if I could project to him.” Grimacing, I imagined him landing in a tangle of limbs on the sand.
“We can work on that with Seth. He might be able to tell you how better to do it.”
“You can’t do it?” I asked incredulously.
“Not as easily as he can. It comes naturally to him, whereas I’d have to have a spell.”
Worry filled my mind. Seth was out there all alone with hisabilities, and no one to guide him.
“Don’t worry. He’s with Ford, and you know Ford will look out for him.”
“How did you know I was worried?” I asked as he stepped toward me. His toes brushed mine.
With his thumb he brushed the wrinkle that sat on my forehead between my eyes. “I worry about him, too. But I trust your brother.”
“I just worry that if something happens that Seth can’t control, even Ford won’t be able to help him.”
“Seth is old enough to help himself, Porschia. We just have to trust that he will if the situation arises.”
He was right. It was time to let him fly.
