Chapter 7
- Xander Jade
- May 6
- 4 min read
Erik didn’t get three steps from the hut before the wind caught him full in the teeth and made him question whether he wanted answers after all. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, cursing, then shoved his hands into the pockets of his borrowed wool tunic. He’d barely hit the corner of the fence when the leather curtain behind him snapped open, and a bundle of frantic noise and color barreled inside.
