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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.

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

a deep but

turned as a young, stout woman with thick blonde hair

frantic laughter as they scattered and disappeared into the woods. The

said sweetly. “One of those rascals is mine,

on a laugh, and she smiled at

me, I swear,” I said, looking towards the woods. “It’s nice to see children running around so freely. I come from a big family

now?

round, rosy cheeks and dark eyes. “Yes, I have a lot of cousins. I was the family babysitter for a long time–” I paused, noticing

like freedom from the job, but now I have small ones of my own,” she said

completely. The title of “Family Babysitter”

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

where I’d been staying with my brother George and his mate Joy, at least a week ago, maybe longer. It wouldn’t be

be the new maid, then?” the woman asked, breaking

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

she smiled, shaking my hand.

I said, shifting my empty basket to

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

sparring ring.

at her over my shoulder. She’d gone back to sweeping her front porch, her eyes occasionally scanning the woods

to have something to do. The number of people surprised me, and I felt a little bad for giving Jared a hard time, but only a little. He had what looked to be an entire pack under his care, regardless of the fact he refused to be known as an Alpha. For a moment, I thought that

myself, my mouth curving into a smile. Getting a rise out of Jared had been the most fun I’d had in months,

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

a log and nearly fell. I looked up, now in the shelter of the canopy of trees lining the village. Red buds dappled all of the branches, a promise of spring. I looked behind me, shocked

fact, right past the

worn down, the wood gray and splitting with age. The roof was patched in several places, and the porch was nothing more

didn’t look like

at the basket. Maybe this wasn’t the healer’s house after all. I looked past the house 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

I heard the chiming of bells in the distance, and

away from the house and moving deeper into the forest involuntarily. I dropped the basket,