Chapter 3
Miven is dead.
That was her only thought. Miven was dead, and as such, couldn’t be standing here, glaring at her with coal-dark eyes. A ghost? One bent on revenge?
Or perhaps everyone was right. The magic had soured, and this was the result.
“Pippa, let me...” Old Grizzly began.
But she was already shaking her head, the buzz in her ears so loud that the sound swallowed the rest of Old Grizzly’s words. Miven was dead. She had held him while he died. That had been the worst day of her life.
Until now.
Pippa ran. She leaped over the tree stumps, her skirt rattling the teapot and cups. She plunged through the hole in the curtain and bolted into the woods.
Branches scratched her arms and slapped her face. She welcomed the pain and ran even faster. She longed to outpace the thi
