Chapter 4The static feeling of wrongness raced along Jack’s spine and stopped him cold in the middle of his harvest. Bluebells dangled from his loose fist as his gaze danced across the distance before him, jumping from gap to gap to gap between the trees at the edge of his property. It settled between his shoulder blades like a busy beehive had been transplanted directly behind his heavy heartbeat. Nothing materialized but it didn’t matter.
A major breach in his wards had just happened and Jack could almost feel where it occurred just from the strength of the reaction. Off to the north, on the tiny back road leading to the reservoir. If it had been one of the folks who were supposed to be here, he wouldn’t have noticed it. This was different, even more from the weird dream that happened w
