I had no choice, I pulled on a clean dress and my shoes. Barely remembering to snatch the vial from my drawer, before quietly crept from my window. Headed up WitchFall Hill.
I found myself aiming for the last place I ever wanted to go again.
His home.
The vial cooled in my hand. The night breeze making it chilly. It dusted the treetops, making them flow like dark wings in the near blinding air.
The bleak building towered above threateningly. Orange flamelight emanating from windows just above the ground.
Leading to the dungeons.
The higher rooms were a soft yellow from meager candlelight.
He prefers the dark…
Realizing I couldn’t keep the vial in my hand I tucked it between my breasts, resting safely just behind where my bodice cinched the dress. I was chewing my cheek. Wishi
