Chapter 4By lunchtime, frustration niggled at Geoffrey. He hadn’t really added much to his knowledge of the man accused of being a demonic incubus. True, Raul was viewed with typical village suspicion—he was rarely seen by day and, of course, he was foreign—but at the same time no one could truthfully say they’d felt anything supernatural happening to them, or experienced anything bad at Raul’s hands. However, many of the village folk spoke of those who had disappeared in hushed tones, as if they were afraid the same fate would befall them.
Sitting under a tree on the village green, Geoffrey nibbled at some fresh cheese he’d been given, his cape wrapped around him, Geoffrey was glad it was neither as cold or wet as normal October weather. Watching the russet and gold leaves twirl as they
