now. Donât live by anyone elseâs rules.â
The tree house closed in on me as I held the knife in my hand. The lines were drawn and Leandro had crossed them. Would he come back? Or were we sending him to his death?
I handed the tiny knife to Charlie. âThanks for watching out for me.â
He folded it shut and slid it into his pocket as Ash blindfolded Leandro again. âGood luck on a blind runabout,â she said, tying his hands in front. âThis is for trying that little knife stunt.â
âHeâll die out there if he canât see or use his hands,â I said.
âMaybe. Maybe not. Fate will tell,â Ash said. âHeâs a soldier and fit to survive on his wits and instincts. We gave him a second chance to live. Letâs see how he uses it.â
She was the toughest girl Iâd ever met. Good thing she picked our side.
âIâll survive all right and hunt you down,â Leandro said with a smile.
We all watched him feel his way as he climbed through the hatch door. He peered up one last time. His blindfold mocked us. âSee you soon.â
âOnly in death,â Ash said quietly.
Leandroâs grin fell and then he disappeared through the hole. The kids rushed forward to watch him descend. Beasts bawled from somewhere in the forestâon the hunt.
I hoped it wouldnât be Leandro they caught.
Chapter Seventeen
A fter Leandro dropped away, the Wild Childs gathered up the bows and arrows hanging on the walls and sneaked through the tree house door and windows.
âOne for the many,â they each said with a nod to Ash as they left.
Ash directed us to leave with her when they were all gone, and we stepped outside onto the tree house platform. Purple night deepened and long shadows softened the craggy world. We stood on a plank road with a roped netting rail that zigzagged from house to house and floated under the forestâs canopy in a sea of darkness. Green lights glowed softly through lopsided windows, and branch shadows wrapped the tiny shacks in prickly fingers. Leaves battered the houses in the sharp wind as the Wild Childs skulked amongst the trees.
Ash waited impatiently on the platformâs edge as we got our bearings. âFollow me!â
And we did, the three of us hanging on to the railing the entire way, bouncing down the plank path. She set us up in a vacated tree house (I didnât ask why it was empty), and a Wild Child brought us a dinner of squirrel stew and ache cakes. âYou all need sleep first,â Ash said, throwing animal hides on wooden slatted cots. âTomorrow, weâll get you to the Perimeter Lands.â
âThanks,â I said. She nodded and left as the moonlight struck her in its crosshairs.
Too tired to talk, sleep claimed us quickly our second full night here. It seemed my head barely hit the floor when Ash lugged me up, a lantern shedding a dim green glow swinging from her hand.
âYouâve slept for hours. Itâs still dark out but sunrise comes soon,â Ash whispered. âA good time to go runabout.â She pulled an animal skin coat and pants from a chest and shoved it at Apollo. âWear these. They may save your life.â
Once his royal clothes were covered up, Apollo was a Wild Child. Heâd lost his slumped dungeon pose and, along with the kingly jut of his chin, revealed he was much more than a fugitive of the woods. I hoped others wouldnât see the king inside that I did.
âI wish you could stay, but I have to protect the kids and the dark will provide cover.â
A Wild Child walked past our house and peered in to make sure all was okay. Ash nodded and the kid moved along.
âWhere are they all from?â I asked her.
âSweden. Italy. Canada. Those places are where the Arrow Realm steals them. Some get traded to other realms. Doesnât matter where weâve lived before. Weâre all the same now and weâre all
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