Chapter Twenty ThreeHe sniffed at the air. The witch was out of sight up one of the trees. Something moved out of the corner of his eye. Tree spirits. The copse was rife with them. He glimpsed them moving in the darkness. They didn't bother him. They were harmless.
He sniffed the air again. However, there was something else hidden amongst the trees. Something more sinister. He could smell it. He paused. He could still take the witch tonight; his plan didn't have to change. Whatever was hidden would be no match for him.
On the other hand perhaps he should wait and see what she was up to. Maybe he'd let the witch live a little longer. He turned back and slowly moved away.
“What do you know of fay?” The old man asked.
“I don't know who she is,” Kiera replied confused.
A frown appeared on
