Chapter 9:
Boston Common lay a few blocks south of the haunted block of flats, or maybe it was a whole house. While inside, Kennedy never gave it much thought. Now it mattered little. Soon she would reach Frog Pond and need to confront the Elves and their Sylvan allies.
She darted across Beacon Street and slipped into the park. Snow covered the lane. The way things were going, it might take several days to dig the city out.
Slipping her way down the slight hill, the hair stood up on the back of her neck. She wasn’t alone. What scared her more was the fact she couldn’t identify who was in the woods with her or where they had hidden themselves. It was bad when creatures hid the scent of magic. In Kennedy’s book, it meant they were up to no good.
An arrow whizzed past her head and embedde
