Chapter 29Out in the village, Edison was aware of the dark cloud of fear and tension almost immediately. The streets, normally bustling with women doing their shopping, were almost empty, and women who were out walked close together in pairs.
“They’re afraid, Eira,” he murmured.
“And with good reason. It was one thing for this creature to attack and kill animals, but that it’s progressed to killing people scares me, too. It’s growing fast, which means the Guardian’s power of protection has gone.”
“He’s not dead.” Edison gripped Eira’s arm. “I’d know it. He’s at the manor. He’s the prisoner I dreamed of in the cage. I’m sure of it.”
“I never said he was dead, Edison, but you’re probably right.” Eira sighed. “He derives his strength from the mine. Away from it, caged, doubtlessly torment
