Chapter 22

Near the auction house

Dressed only in her decent chemise, a classic brown nightgown of low-quality wool fabric, which provides a flowing and flattering look with a frill at the neckline, Diana and Jenna hid behind a haystack in the midnight darkness. Inside a little cottage on the backside of the auction house, just a pebble’s throw away, the men from Winterberg Village were torturing someone. A young woman's screams echoed across the farm’s meadow.

“Please, sirs! I speak the truth! I am not a witch.” The young woman let out a shriek, high and hideous. Diana couldn’t see what the villager's raiders were doing to her inside the cottage, but she’d sighted the blades in their hands a minute ago when the men came parading down the road.

"Don't you bloody intervene, Diana. We don't know about these people, and Tommy won't be happy."

"Jenna, I just couldn't watch them hurting that poor woman. We need to help her."

"Wait, I'll call Tommy. Sta