The Sentinels but the well is dry

So he could believe that a monster was willing to eat them if they didn't give it a little piece of ear, but not the she was a living god? How rude. Then why has nobody I know ever spoken about it? She asked, raising a brow. It was a fair question, nobody she knew had ever done these rituals except Sam, and nobody had ever been mauled by the forest when they didn't. To Visala it seemed a lot more like Sam wanted women to tell him what to do, even when he had no proof they existed. How do you know I'm not the Huldra? Maybe I've spared you. She snickered, hoping her teasing would have him lighten up at least a little bit.

How about I stay here overnight. If I still have my skin in the morning, maybe you'll change your mind.