Tether in hand and eyes forward, Jonathan angled his heels into the horse’s flanks, and she began to move.
It’s what she wants.
Hot tears dripped down his cheeks, fell from his chin. He was glad the three of them were alone. Just him, the seal mare, and Joceyln, all quieter than churchmice.
The salty waves splashed up the meet his ankles, their aroma stinging his nostrils, and the horse—her favorite—slowed, questioning.
“We have to, girl. It’s what she wants.” He didn’t want it. How could he possibly go through with it?
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“Right after you went to bed, there was this bright light right outside. I went to the window to check, but I couldn’t see anything. It was so bright!
“I covered my eyes, and suddenly, it felt like I was being pulled by my … my nose … right through the wall. You wouldn’t believe it! Then, it was really, really cold, and I could feel metal under my feet. When I opened my eyes, I was inside a ship! A spaceship, Mom! With all these colored lights and beeping and squirrelly noises. It was crazy. And there were these creatures—they had six eyes a piece and superlong fingers!
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