Damned faeries, she thought. Sprites were notoriously mischievous but she knew that if one showed them kindness they could also be the staunchest of allies. Apparently, Serena hadn't developed any fondness for her. Not that Tamara could blame the little beast; she had used a stunning spell on her, after all. Still, it was disturbing. They might be able to find their way out of the forest. But, then again, they might not.
She decided against mentioning this to William.
There was something in those woods, a creeping dread that danced along her spine and tickled the back of her neck like shadow fingers. Her stomach felt as though it were filled with ice and she felt the strangest urge to cover herself, as though the salacious gaze of unfriendly eyes was upon her at all times.
Slivers of icy cold touched her shoulder and she turned, gasping for breath she could not seem to draw, only to find it was the ghostly hand of Bodicea that had given her such a painful chill. Tamara frowned. That was impossible, of course. The ghosts cold not touch human beings.
Tamara glanced around, her gaze settling upon that terrible, dark tree. Perhaps here, the rules were different.
