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I stared at her, waiting for the response, but Delia didn’t continue. “What is it?” I prompted.
“We need to hide it again.” She picked the box up from the ground. “It worked for twenty years. It might work for another twenty.”
Holding the box in her hands, she headed back into her house. I glanced at the woods, wondering if Killian was still out there or if he had left. I wouldn’t blame him if he had. After all, he had spent twenty years inside that box. If he never got too close to it again, it would be too soon.
As I turned to follow Delia, a rustling came from the trees along with the sound of a broken twig. Moments later, Killian stepped out from the woods. I immediately took a step back and my gut tightened. Besides his torn clothes and the bedraggled hair and beard, he looked d
