CHAPTER EIGHT
Fear. That was what the music man felt. He felt a chilling, bone-deep fear that seemed to sear all the way into his soul.
How was it possible that this woman had done what she did? He didn't believe in witchcraft, spirits, ghosts, demons, or the world of the unseen.
But with a sick sense of acceptance, he now understood that maybe, that world believed in him.
He had his axe. It would protect him. The axe had worked to destroy her, but he knew it didn't work to prevent her coming back.
He knew he needed to go back to the place he never wanted to visit again, but he would have to go there now. It was the only solution. He’d omitted a step and now had to complete the circle.
And while getting there, he’d have to keep to himself, away from the cities and towns. She'd never
