The ground was dependable, though, and she had no complaints about it under her backside.
It was the only thing that seemed solid, however. First her eyes had deceived her, then her body had deserted her. She didn’t want to think what might be coming next.
Magic? Murder? Good hell, what next?
She clutched the gravel that had already cut into her hands. It should have been comforting but it wasn’t, most likely because it couldn’t erase the memory of the previous few minutes. She had heard voices, seen human forms, then watched three men disappear into nothing. She would have suspected that she was losing her mind, but she knew herself too well to believe that. She had seen what she’d seen—or not seen, as it were—and it frightened the b****y hell out of her.
At least they weren’t coming
