would love to play, but I'm tied up. Your mommy forgot to untie me before she left. Hey. I have an idea: you untie me then we can play. Why don’t you pick out a game for us to play?” Lyle smiled and ran off in another room and then a few minutes later came back with a small board game and a couple books.
“What’s your name, lady?” Lyle asked.
“I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. That was rude. I am Cam.”
He nodded his understanding. “I brought books, too.”
“I see that. Do you like to read books?”
“I can’t read yet, but I look at the pictures and pretend to read.”
Cam heard a muffled voice calling for Lyle—no doubt the nanny.
“I have to go. Nanny gets mad when she can't find me. I don't want to get hit.” Lyle shoved the game and books onto a nearby bookshelf and ran out of the room.
Cam wanted to cry for the sad, abused little boy. Right then, she had made a decision when she escaped and she would. She was going to take Lyle with her. He was Richard’s son and she would raise him herself if that was what it took. No child should be treated like this.
Chapter 13
Richard tied his boat up to the dock. The gators watched him but they seemed a little less hostile than before. They must have liked the chicken he fed them the night before. As soon as he entered the house, he was met by a very pissed off looking Blake.
“Hey, Blake, how are you? Hope you don't mind: I took the boat for a ride; just needed to get out of the house.”
“Your grandmother went to the other realm to speak with Lachlan, and she wouldn’t let me come with. I came back for you.”
“Go where exactly?”
“To the other realm.”
“You want me to turn myself in?
“Not exactly. I found out who accused you and I think together we should find the woman and make her retract her accusation.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“Liana trusts me. I care for her and want to prove myself. Besides what other options do you have?”
Richard thought about what Blake said and he was right: he didn’t have many options. Blake’s plan was a bit better than just turning himself in and hoping for the best.
“I know you probably don't like me much and I'm okay with that, but I'm going to go find her with or without you. I just thought you might want to help.”
“I can't say I trust you, but I can’t have you taking all the credit.”
Blake didn’t crack a smile but he looked a little less hostile. It was a start. If he ever hoped to win his grandmother, he had to learn to lighten up.
“You know she’ll never be with you. She still loves my grandfather; always has.”
“She loves me. I know it. I’m not talking about this with you. Come on.”
Blake and Richard took another boat ride. He was really getting sick of riding around in the swamp. It was another area nowhere near his old hideout. They walked a few more miles until the forest was much drier.
“There, see it?” Blake pointed to a very old looking tree. It was thick and had a twisted looking trunk with branches sticking out in an odd way. Richard noticed a strange disturbance right in the trunk area similar to Adrian’s Fae portal thingy. “I see something. What is it?”
“It’s the transportation portal. We go in and come out in the Other Realm.”
“Is it safe?”
“Stop acting like a woman. Let’s go.” Blake took hold of Richard’s arm and walked through the portal.”
Richard felt disoriented after entering the Other Realm. It was a unique experience to say the least. They entered into a forest and it wasn't what Richard was expecting. He could immediately sense a shift in the air. He didn't know how to explain it because he had never experienced it before.
“What is that? The air is different,” Richard asked as they walked.
“It's the magic. We all have some in one form or another—even you. Our land is infused with it and as a Fae you can sense it. You may even discover some hidden Fae traits; the magic may