Chapter 9
The market square was her first stop. She had walked quickly through the streets, partially due to her newfound determination, mostly because the streets didn’t seem like a good place to linger. The tents were all there—the Siren’s cleansing hadn’t reached into the town itself—but there was a low rumble in all the conversations she passed. A sense of dread and grief.
“I’ve never seen it so bad,” a beautiful young woman with flowing red hair said to the minotaur who guarded the vivid green tent. The line to get in was longer than usual. “I don’t know if it’s safe to be here.”
Making a split-second decision, Maggie turned and walked back to the girl.
“I’m sorry,” Maggie said to the girl, bowing to the minotaur before continuing, “but I’m pretty new here. I’ve never been through
