Blackfeather Woods With strange aeons even death may die

Ramsay was more perceptive than most gave him credit for; he'd had to be, growing up alongside a master sneak for a brother. He recognized the prickle at the back of his neck that meant he was being watched almost instantly, but didn't particularly care enough to try to see who it was. His business with Maegi was too urgent and not exactly private, so Abraxas went unseen and unknown in the shadows, but not as wholly unnoticed as he perhaps thought.

Maegi's arrival was swift, as Ramsay knew it would be. She approached with an amount of uncertainty that pleased him, for the news he bore wasn't good. Your friend, Flicker, he said, wasting no time. She claimed to be your protector but I believe she is trouble for us. When I didn't agree to her terms she threatened the woods.