Sleepy Fox Hollow The world don't see

Sournwa. It was a captivating word, with an ugly meaning. Anselm wondered if the rest of Etienne's language was this way - most of what he said sounded lovely, but he knew better than to believe it positive. Anselm wanted to ask what made Etienne believe the witch sneaky, but the words died in his throat.

He fell into silence as Etienne worked. The end result was rough at best, but it was better than if he'd done it alone, Anselm surmised. Etienne said thanks twice -- the first earned only a brief dip of his head, the second a grunt in acknowledgment.

As much as he wanted to stay close and feel the heat emanate from Etienne's body, Anselm's lack of security pushed him away. He cleared his throat and began to make his exit. No more attacking your reflection. Anselm decreed, already stalking away in a patherine gait.