“There,” he said. “Do you see?”
Lily followed the line of his finger and squinted. There, between the leaves dappled in shadows, stood a dash of color.
“Is that—?” she tilted her head. The vision angle was very poor and she tried to take a step closer to the window, to see. Troy’s arm locked around her waist like an iron band, though, keeping her back. “It can’t possibly be David the gnome, right?”
The Wild Hunt
