Blue eyes that were too gray peered above me while the other hand stilled on my shoulder. "We have to get out of here," he whispered which didn't hide the alarm in his tone. His eyes danced around the room as if he expected the Fey to pop from the walls as they had done in my room the other day. When I didn't move, he hauled me up with a firm grip on my arm. "There isn't time." Once again, I got the rag doll treatment as he dragged me out the room. He'd saved me before so I didn't protest. However, I was surprised when we didn't continue to flee from the entire area. He seemed content just to be out of the room as we stood by the closed door. "What is the problem? Is that someone's room we are not allowed in?" He slowly shook his head. He was back to managing his words. The fog began to lift, and I remembered my dream. Was it a dream? Cleary, I was back, and the room looked the same in the fleeting glance I got before being dragged out. I'd been lying on the bed like I'd been sleeping.
