CHAPTER 5
Mykal, Blodwyn, and Anna sat beside the fireplace, Geneva, the center of their attention, sat with her legs extended outward and used the cloak over them like a blanket. Her feet crossed at the ankles, and toes wiggled as if waving at the flames as they danced inside the hearth. She kept folded hands in her lap, except for every few minutes when she re-tucked her hair behind her ears.
“I’m not exactly positive when it started happening,” Geneva said.
“What started happening?” Mykal asked.
Anna touched his arm. “Give her a chance,” she said.
Geneva cleared her throat. “People have been going missing.”
Mykal almost asked another question, but with effort, stopped himself.
“At first, I didn’t know any of the people who had disappeared. There are so many scattered little villa
