"Why aren't you worried?" I asked, trailing after Ramsey. The dead, warped trees seemed to swallow up the remaining daylight and drenched the forest with darkness.
"About what?"
"About me. I tried to kill you, remember?" I kept my voice low since admitting it was proof of my guilt despite what the Ministry said.
"Oh, I remember," he said, glancing back with a smirk. "But you won't try it again because you know I'm innocent."
I went silent, the sound of our footsteps over dirt, scattered bones, and fallen branches the only sound. There wasn't much snow here since the trees grew so close together, the leafless upper branches catching most of it. The bitter wind had no trouble breaking through, though, its howls sometimes sounding like screams.
Ramsey came to a stop and turned slowly, st
