Chapter Twenty
Darkness had fallen over the village green, and now only Tyra remained. The depraved residents of Foley were in their homes, protected from the chilly night air, tucked up in their beds, or sitting by their firesides, or drinking ale in The Devil’s Barrel. Psychopathic they may have been, but how Tyra envied them. She couldn’t decide what was worse – the cold, the aching in her back, or the sense of abandonment she had felt when her tormentors had drifted away. And why would she feel like that? Tyra Dove, lonely? Even under these terrible circumstances, the idea was absurd. And yet, she could not deny the hollow, churning sensation in her gut.
With nothing to do but think, Tyra’s fevered mind insisted upon replaying the dreadful events of the afternoon over and over, no ma
