Chapter 50. Follow Me

I squint at the crows and recall her words, glancing at Meadow, not entirely sure what she means about birds and ears and certain we never once mentioned her around these damned birds. I think she’s maybe a little insane or making out that she knows more than she does.

“So, if you know why we’re here, then I guess we shouldn’t beat around the bush and ask if you will help.” It feels rude to invade her territory and blurt it out, but it’s put me completely off-kilter having her seem to know who we are and looks so smug about it. She’s not exactly welcoming, and so far, she seems to like indirect answers and wordplay. It doesn’t signal a friendly soul.

“It’s getting late.” She points out, ignoring my question completely. Acting like I haven’t spoken and I sigh at the sky. I still can’t make out anything about her features other than she seems to have a youthfulness. It’s hard to put a finger on it, more than seeing her hand, but I get the vibes that she is not much older t