Relieved by the interruption, Mallory turned her attention to the village they approached. From what she could see, it seemed to be nearly as big as Wrentville. The road leading into the village was busy and the people walking alongside it and those travelling on it all sent long glances in their direction. “Should we put Scorch away?”
Emica shook her head. “People occasionally have demonic animals. Even if you came into the village on something completely common, you’d still draw attention. People like to know what’s going on and who’s arriving.”
“How can you call this a village?” Callum asked.
Emica frowned. “Because that is what it is.”
“It’s almost the same size as Wrentville. Why is it a town when this one isn’t?” Callum stared out the back of the wagon, studying the buildings and
