“Can you take the branches down?” Jewel asked. It would not help him. “I don’t care. It would help me.” She started to dismount and Angel tightened both of his arms, trapping her between them. “What in the Hells are you doing?” he all but shouted in her ear. She shook her head as if to clear it. She felt the Winter King’s presence; he was waiting. Watching. “I need to get down,” she finally said. If you do, you must leave your companion with me. “If you get off his back, you’re going to fall a lot farther than you think!” Angel’s hands were white; his words were almost a hiss. “Jay!” She pulled one hand off the Winter King’s antlers, signing. Angel, however, didn’t sign back; he held tight. “What do you see, Angel?” “What do you mean, what do I see?” “Exactly what I said. Tell me.” Her voice was low. It must have transmitted the urgency she felt, because he drew a longer, more measured breath. “I see what used to be the tree. It’s black, and it doesn’t look much like a tree anymore; its branches look like vines.
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