Darkhenge

T. TINNE: HOLLY

Now this caer is surrounded too. The outer walls were meshed first; then we heard a crash and the gates fell; a great trunk bursting through the glass.

He caught my hand and made me run with him up the wide stairs, all made of crystal.

“It’s no use,” I said, breathless. “The trees will get inside. Why are you so afraid of them?”

I remember reading somewhere that if you’re kidnapped, you talk to him. Get to know him. You get under his skin.

He sat on the top step and rubbed his hand through his hair. “Never mind. I have a secret passageway to get us out.”

I folded my arms. “Is the mask because you think I might recognize you?”

He shrugged.

I grinned. Mac would be proud of me. I’m beginning to work out a plan.