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Mahler said quite a lot, though Druid was stuck on the very first thing that came out of his mouth: “First of all, you need to know that Laurel varned me this vould happen.” Both the Zuerste and the Graf had known this would happen, but hadn’t warned the rest of Rivenwood?

Her ears started ringing and she missed quite a bit of his speech, her eyes staring ahead without focus. Druid snapped out of it suddenly at the word “relocation.” She resented the idea of leaving Rivenwood with every fiber of her being. She felt terribly betrayed by this entire conversation.

No! she wanted to scream. Before Druid could gather her wits to speak, Wylla cut in to insist it was Laurel who was haunted, not Rivenwood. The implication was clear. Druid’s lips parted, surprised to hear an adult voicing her own controversial and therefore secret opinion.

Perhaps it was time to reveal her loyalties by seconding Wylla. Druid glanced at Sequoia, wondering what her mother thought, then found herself locking eyes miserably with Witch. She wondered if the same conversation was replaying in her sister’s head. Yes. She was certain of it.

“I never want to leave Rivenwood.”

“My bones shall rest in this loam forever.”