Chapter 7Ash paused in his work. “Wulfie,” he said. “We have visitors.”
“Oh no,” I muttered, setting down my pastry cups. I quickly dusted the flour from my hands. “I wish they’d warned me.”
Ash only smiled and carried on mixing his plants. I hurried to the door, opened it and peeped out. Dusk had fallen, and the moon was bright. The sky was an inky blue against the trees, and the forest was quiet.
Quiet except for the deliberate snap of twigs nearby, to let me know they were there. Then I heard the faint yap, followed by cawing, and could make out two willowy forms skulking near the brush. “I already told you,” I called out. “You’re welcome here.”
Garnet and Quiller appeared, approaching cautiously. I stood on the porch and pulled the door closed behind me, to keep the heat in. I wasn
