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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 wild and unruly, but I didn’t mind. Being called

demons!” came a deep but feminine voice

a young, stout woman with thick blonde hair came out

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

said sweetly. “One

laugh, and she smiled

“It’s nice to see children

do you now? Lots

again. She had a kind face with round, rosy cheeks and dark eyes. “Yes, I have a lot of cousins. I was the family babysitter for a

freedom from the job, but now I have small ones

understanding her completely. The title of “Family Babysitter” had been a right of passage, one I’d

the family would gather every Winter Solstice. Becoming the babysitter myself meant I was finally in the upper echelons of the family, allowed to stay up late into the night with my

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

the woman

forcing my face into a smile. “Eliza,”

hand. She had a

you,” I said, shifting my empty basket to my other

outside of the village, due south. Past the

sparring

thanks before taking off on foot again, looking at her over my shoulder. She’d gone back to sweeping her front porch, her eyes occasionally scanning the woods for the feral gaggle of

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 maybe I

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

tried to stifle it, tried not to think about the heat burning behind his own eyes as I tried to assert my dominance in the study. Goddess, Jared was handsome–a brute who had kidnapped me and

lining the village. Red buds dappled all of the

in fact, right past the only cabin left in the

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

look like anyone lived

on, growing darker as the trees thickened. The forest must be as dark as night during the height of summer, I thought, when the canopy above my head would be in

blew toward me from the depths of the forest. I heard the chiming of bells

from the house and moving deeper into the forest involuntarily. I dropped the basket, which bounced across the forest