Chapter 8
All morning, Neeve continued to treat me as if I was invisible until finally, as we left the schoolroom after lunch, she glanced at me.
“I suppose you’re excited about going back into the forest today,” she said, a resentful edge in her voice.
“Yes.” Adventure and magic to stir my blood? She couldn’t keep me away. Besides, Thorne had commanded I come.
As if sensing my determination, she lifted one shoulder in grudging acknowledgement. “Very well. Follow me.”
Instead of slipping out through the secret door in the garden shed, however, she led me down into the cellars below the kitchen.
As we navigated the clammy darkness by the light of her single candle, I recalled the old ballads I’d heard about murderous sisters. Was she planning to kill me and leave my bones to rot in so
