Page 20 of Wonder (Wonderfall #3)

“Thanks, friend.”

The satyr swayed toward me. “We should take this back to my place.”

I smiled and wiped my saliva off his neck with my thumb.

I made sure he was looking into my eyes.

“The street festival is still going strong. You should find a willing partner.” My Greek was flawless—the Elves had gifted us Royal Guards with a language spell so we could blend in anywhere.

It was one of the most useful skills I had, both in my search and in getting enough blood to stay alive.

A band was playing “Never on Sunday”, and we could hear people laughing and talking over the music. His eyes went a little distant. “Mmmm. A big ship docked this afternoon. I’ll bet I can talk a pair of sailors into coming back to my apartment.”

“Sounds like a great time. Have fun, but get some food first.” I pointed him toward the mouth of the alley and gave him a little prod to get him moving.

After he left, I leaned against the nearest wall and rubbed my face.

I’d killed two more luchd-òl fola a couple of weeks ago, but the others had left the area and once again I didn’t have any clues.

I kept thinking there had to be an easier way to find them, but I hadn’t run across any more Seers, and I didn’t have any other ideas.

I felt movement in my rucksack, so I swung it off my shoulder and hastily opened the bag.

The dèideag dìon hadn’t moved or changed shape in months, even though I spoke to them every night before I went to sleep.

But at creation they had imprinted on Prince Nicol, and I worried they would revert to nothingness before the Seer’s vision of their future came to pass. This movement was a good sign.

“Hello, little one. Would you like to take a look around?” I cradled the sleeping cat statue in my arms and slung the bag back over my shoulder.

It was heavier than usual because of the camera I’d taken from the luchd-òl fola I’d killed.

I’d hoped to find something useful on the film, but none had been loaded.

A few days ago I’d bought some more and had been amusing myself taking photos of the Greek shoreline.

The dèideag dìon stretched a little, then their runes sparkled. Fly time.

“You want to fly?” Was it time for the Seer’s prediction to come true? Would the dèideag dìon be leaving for America?

They didn’t respond, so after a moment I put them back in the rucksack. This town was too small to find a plane to America. I needed to go to Athens.

It wasn’t like I had anything better to do.