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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 was wild and unruly, but I

demons!” came a deep but

a young, stout woman with thick blonde hair came out of her cabin, waving

faux terror, the sound broken up by frantic laughter as they scattered and disappeared into the woods. The woman huffed a breath,

she said sweetly. “One of those rascals is

choked on a laugh, and she smiled

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

you now?

I have a lot of cousins. I was the family babysitter for a long time–” I paused, noticing the confusion

used to do the same. Marriage felt like freedom from the job, but now I

her completely. The title of “Family Babysitter”

myself meant I was finally in the upper echelons of the family, allowed to stay up

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

maid, then?” the woman asked, breaking me from

face into a

she smiled, shaking my hand. She had a firm,

basket to my other hip. “Do you know which

distance. “It’s outside of

sparring ring.

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

only a little. He had what looked to be an entire pack under his care, regardless of the fact he refused to be known

been the most fun I’d had in months, and if I was being honest, I was

burning behind his own eyes as I tried to

now in the shelter of the canopy of trees lining the village. Red buds dappled all of the branches, a

the

splitting 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

didn’t look like anyone

down 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

the chiming of bells in the distance, and even…. No. I couldn’t

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