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The whinny of a horse followed by the cry of a man forced our attention to the broken window. A large, winged shadow flew across the grounds and disappeared into the trees, followed by more, angrier shouts.
Roger leapt to his feet and whipped his head to the road. “That came from the woods!”
Asher turned to me and grasped my shoulders. “Remain here.”
“But-”
“Please,” he pleaded.
My face fell, but I nodded. Asher followed on the heels of Roger as the pair disappeared into the dark trees. Silence fell and a chilly breeze swept over me. I shivered and wrapped Asher’s coat closer about myself.
“Easy there, Cait,” I scolded myself as visions of ghosts and witches danced through the shadows. “You don’t need to be running after them screaming your head-ahh!” I clutched my chest a
