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Chapter 796

Chapter 7 : The Great Outdoors

Ah, the great outdoors!

I hadn’t been outside of the house in days, not since I arrived. I took a huge breath as I hopped down the steps leading to the kitchen garden, letting the crisp, slightly chilly early spring air fill my lungs.

The first signs of the approaching warm weather were inching through the sodden earth around me. Piles of rotting snow bled into the garden, little tufts of green grass poking through the clumps of dirt-covered ice. I looked down at my reflection in a large puddle near the garden gate, tucking a few rogue curls behind my ears before I started forward, thankful I was wearing boots.

My boots squelched in the mud as I swung my basket. I smiled amiably at everyone I passed, although I didn’t get a smile in return. I was a newcomer, an outlander, someone who had yet to gain the trust of those who lived in the patchwork village surrounding Jared’s house.

A group of children, all boys by the looks of them, ran past me kicking a leather ball. One of them stopped to look at me, his playmates slamming into him in surprise.

“Hello,” I said cheerfully, giving them a wide, genuine smile. The boy leading the fray gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I’m Eliza,” I continued, wondering why they were staring at me like I was some rabid beast.

One of the littlest boys stepped in front of their leader, his chin jutting to the sky as he narrowed his dark brown gaze on mine.

I pursed my lips, furrowing my brow at him. “What?”

“Are you a witch?” he asked.

I scoffed, pretending to be thoroughly offended. “No,” I said slowly, taking a step toward them. They took a step back in unison. “I work in the laundry. I’m a seamstress.”

“Did a witch cast a spell on you?” asked another little boy. Some of them had relaxed a bit, losing the tension in their shoulders.

“I don’t believe so,” I replied. “Why? Is my skin turning green? Do I look like I’m about to turn into a rabbit?”

One of the boys giggled but was quickly shushed by his companions.

“Your hair looks cursed, like you’ll never be able to get a comb through it without breaking it,” said the smallest boy in the bunch, the same one who had called me a witch in the first place. “My ma says if I don’t brush my hair, the witches will turn it into a mess of tangled heather, and I’ll be ugly for the rest of my life.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise, but the response I was struggling to form was drowned out by a rush of giggles as the boys began to titter at me.

hair before, so I was used to it. It was

on, you demons!” came a deep but feminine

blonde hair came out of her cabin, waving a

laughter as they scattered and disappeared into the woods. The woman huffed a breath, smoothing her

“One of those

choked on a laugh, and she

towards the woods. “It’s nice

do you now?

cheeks and dark eyes. “Yes, I have a lot of cousins. I was the family babysitter for a long time–” I paused, noticing the confusion on her face. “Nanny, I

from the job, but now I have

of “Family Babysitter” had been a right of passage,

of the family, allowed to stay up late into the night with my aunts while they gossiped over

New Dianny, where I’d been staying with my brother George and his mate Joy,

then?” the woman asked, breaking

a smile. “Eliza,” I said, extending my

smiled, shaking my hand. She had a firm,

to my other hip. “Do you know which

yes. I do.” She turned, pointing into the distance. “It’s outside

sparring

nodded my thanks before taking off on foot again, looking at her over my shoulder. She’d gone back to sweeping her

but only a

No,” I said to myself, my mouth curving into a smile. Getting a rise out of Jared had been the most fun I’d had in months, and if I was being honest, I was looking forward to

stifle it, tried not to think about the heat burning behind his own eyes as I tried to assert my dominance in the

the shelter of the canopy of trees lining the village. Red buds dappled all of the branches, a promise of spring. I looked

past the only cabin

with age. The roof was patched in several places, and the porch was nothing more than a few boards held up by stilts. It looked rather unsafe to walk on, and I paused near the steps, which were

didn’t look like

into the forest, which stretched on and on, growing darker as the trees thickened. The forest must be as dark as night during the height of summer, I thought, when the

me from the depths of the forest. I heard the chiming of bells in the distance, and even…. No. I couldn’t have heard that. Soft whispers? A song of

found myself stepping away from the house and moving deeper into the forest involuntarily.