Whispers of the Wild Hunt
I pat his knee, “It’s not your fault, I think the magic was just able to grow over the centuries it’s been here. It was sentient almost, and didn’t want me to have any claim on Brax.”
Brax’s face pales as he watches me. “I did this?”
“No, tattoos, you didn’t. The spirits within the land did.” I sigh, the healing magic warming through my body. “The forest here is very old. She will protect us now.”
“Yeah… guys…” Rhett says again, " I don’t think we need to worry about that right now. I think we have bigger problems ahead of us.”
“Like what?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.
Bab Populer