Book Eight: Chapter 113

Time was meaningless here. It was only after he had walked for a long time that he realized his feet were on a path instead of leaves, and the woods had gone quiet around him. Nyx looked over her shoulder at him with some disdain, then nodded.

“It seems you have snapped out of it,” she said.

“Snapped out of what?” Mike looked around. “When did we get on this path?”

“Almost two hours ago.” Cecilia walked at his side, her form no longer ethereal. “You’ve been whispering to yourself, my love.”

“Cecilia, you’re solid!” He frowned. “We’re not trapped in that book again, are we?”

“Past the trees be Avalon proper,” said Suly. It be of the Fae realm. Cecilia is solid here.”

The banshee extended a hand, and Mike took it, causing her to blush. She moved against his side almost immediately, clinging to his arm. As if to not be outdone, Cerberus caught up to Mike and did the same with the other side.

“Can you not?” said Sofia from behind. “I’m tied betw