“Would thou two shut it?!” he barks. “We don’t have time for such nonsense.”
“Exactly, dear brother,” Samuel says and slides in front of him. “Oh, let me sing! I can bring us bundles and bundles of children!”
Waldifrid snaps to silence him. “We have already struct a deal!” he says, palming his hips, but neither of his brothers accept his reason. “Besides, we can’t risk being found out.”
Maurice leans close to his face. “I do not trust the girl,” he grumbles.
Amber eyes cut to irate slits. “Gir
This is for the town’s sake, you tell yourself, and push harder forward. This is for the town’s sake.
The air turns into fire within your esophagus by the time you reach the iron gates of the cemetery. They screech open for you to dart between the vine-entangled headstones and trees’ ensnaring moss hanging like ghosts. Your nerves begin to settle when you hide beneath a looming canopy, but then a bush rustles to your right