NADIE’S P.O.V.
My head tilts slowly at the back of the tree, not so far away from Shier.
If I have an eye, I am probably crying a river right now because I have to give up that fork.
I was desperate earlier when he almost saw my very existence.
At the last moment, I knew I had to give it up.
But I promise myself that I will get it back before I can return to the present.
“Just hang in their little fork!”
I flinch when Shier grabs the little fork and examines it.
The fork is a thing that is made from the future so there is no way that Shier knows this. Even his delicate skin forms a line on his forehead when he saw it.
Then after a moment, Shier looks around. To my anxiousness, I almost fall from the branch where I stand.
I am struggling to maintain my balance so I should not fall.
When Shier didn’t notice anything unusual. He put the disfigured fork into his pocket and return to where Heed is.