Chapter Fourteen
The man in the white robes stepped back. “And who do we have here?”
“I’m Caitlin.”
“Are you a friend of Lilim’s?”
“Father!” Lilim shouted as she ran across the lawn.
He fixed Lilim with a penetrating gaze. “Where has Caitlin come from my dear?”
“She comes from the Land of Trees, Father. She is the progeny of the flower to be picked.”
Understanding spread across his face. “Ah, very good.”
“I want to go home,” whined Caitlin.
“And you will, but first a game of hide and seek. Close your eyes and count to twenty young Caitlin then find Lilim and home you go.” he said, giving Lilim a knowing look.
Caitlin shrugged and covered her eyes with her hands and counted to twenty. When she took her hands away from her face after counting, the garden had gone, and she was standing alone in the gleaming city amid the impossibly tall spires.
Caitlin didn’t know where to look, but one thing was for sure: she would find that bitch!