Thirty-four:
Emma Endless
The White Rabbit came to me in a dream. Or rather, a nightmare. I didn’t have dreams. I hadn’t had them since I’d been stuck in Faerie. In the nightmare I’d been having, I was trapped in the bed again, in the tower, staring at the head of the fae that was supposed to have shot me all of those years ago. But I wasn’t weak anymore. I was the daughter of a goddess. A demi-god. I had power inside of me. I just had to remember how to use that.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of the voice. The White Rabbit. Baxter, I believe his name was. Bradley had talked about him before. He was standing on my bed in a red and white striped coat with little heart buttons on it and a golden pocket watch inside of his pocket.
