Darkhenge

U. UATH: HAWTHORN

We traveled all night, through the forest. The carriage bounced along rough tracks. The forest was dark and the trees crowded close, and far back there was some sort of murmur, as if the wind blew, but not here.

I got the feeling he wanted to apologize, but he never spoke. He kept looking back, over his shoulder.

Then there were lanterns in the trees. “This is it,” he said. “The second caer. You’ll be safe here, Chloe.”

I wish he’d take that silly mask off.