CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN

Lucas

I’m worried about Sarah. Perhaps even more than I need to be, honestly. She’s a strong leader. She’s the strongest woman I know.

Yet I see how much the fairies have affected her. I see how important Annabella is to her. And the toll this is taking on her is apparent.

Guilt joins me once again as it’s apt to do when anything unpleasant comes up. That’s simply because I know I have been the source of such negativity in Sarah’s life, that she’s particularly vulnerable to being hurt by such things.

I broke her before. What if something else breaks her again?

I think back to the hollow look she had. I think back to her wasting away, overworking herself, becoming a mere shadow of all she was meant to be.

Panic floods me until I realize that version of Sarah is nowhere in sight. The woman I see in front of me now is whole, is strong. She can lead a pack. She can find a fairy. We have nothing to worry about with her in charge.

“We’re the leaders,” I remind her. “They will do w