CHAPTER 14
A large bonfire crackled in the space between several mud huts, the heat reaching Macey’s face and warming her entire body. She didn’t really feel the cold, but it’s presence was somewhat soothing and filled her with a comforting feeling she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Flint stared into the flames but didn’t step any further. He was probably worrying about abusing the selkies’ hospitality or something along those lines. It was hard to tell with the fire wraith.
“Make yourselves at home,” Rónán announced, waving a hand around the settlement.
“Macey!” Amber called, waving frantically from a place across the fire. She was draped in what appeared to be some kind of animal hide, definitely not her usual kind of outfit. She must have flown here without stopping to pack first
