“Right.” Kya went to lift her foot, but found her feet—her whole self, actually—had frozen some place in between flight and moving forward. Moving at all seemed an impossible task, no matter how her heart jumped and juddered.
“You could always go back,” Hearthorne said lightly, as though what she was saying was nothing of consequence.
“Yes. Back to the pot sitting empty on your keeper’s window sill. It’s still there, you know.”
With great effort, Kya managed to turn her head enough to look Hearthorne in the face. “But what of our bargain?”
The faerie-flower shrugged her leaves. “What good is a bargain that doesn’t have a back door if things get too messy?”