Feral as a Cat by Kendra Moreno

Author:Kendra Moreno [Moreno, Kendra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 30

We haven’t talked since we got dressed and started walking through the forest again. Cheshire seems to be annoyed by that fact, attempting to say something to me, but I’d only shaken my head. I couldn’t handle the inevitable conversation. I still can’t. I’m not sure what I can say, or if I even want to say it.

I sneak another glance at him from underneath my eyelashes and end up tripping on another damn root. The tree laughs as I launch forward and slam into the ground. I hit it so hard that I swear I feel my brain rattle, and I snarl at the offending thing.

“Fucking trees,” I growl as I push myself back up. Cheshire doesn’t step forward to help me, and I don’t expect him to. He just watches me with crossed arms. “How much further until we reach it?”

I’m fed up with this tension. I’m fed up with this forest. I just want to tell Absalom that we need him and get back to Attie and Mom.

“We’re here.”

“What?” I look around. There’s nothing but trees. “Where?”

Cheshire doesn’t answer. Instead, he points to a large tree, thick with age. For the first time, I notice little holes carved up the side, made specifically for feet and hands.

“Absalom,” he calls.

A bit of smoke trickles down from the top and almost seems to beckons us to follow it. I’m sure it actually does, if I go by the other weirdness around Wonderland. Cheshire gestures for me to start climbing, and I oblige him, if only because I don’t want to be on the ground by myself longer than I have to be. I hate this forest with a passion .

When I get to the top and peer over the edge into a doorway carved from the wood, I crinkle my brow. The inside of the tree is hollow, allowing a spacious area. I heave myself the rest of the way into the room and look around as Cheshire fluidly joins me. Cheshire seems completely at home this high. Me? I move further away from the opening. I’m too close and don’t want to have to worry about falling out.

The inside is carved from the wood, smooth from years of use rather than it being made that way. The wood is a light color, making the area seem more inviting than the trees outside are. I wonder if this one used to be alive before it was carved, or if it was a regular old tree. It would be absolutely Metal if it used to be alive. I wish I could carve one of the blasted things up.

Cushions and pillows cover the floor around a table set with a hookah, and I smile in recognition. At least that part of the stories are correct.

From an open doorway, a woman saunters in, and I crinkle my brow. Her skin is slightly blue, darker blue spots peppering her skin like freckles. Her hair looks like moss, small bugs and creatures threading through the locks.

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