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Goddess, just let me get home.
Fortunately, Kendra’s home wasn’t too far from where the trail let out and she was able to get to her door fairly quickly, letting Marbles in through the back. To her surprise, the demon walked in like she’d been there before, sitting down in front of Kendra’s long cold woodstove.
“I’ll light it in a bit.” She grabbed her kettle and filled it with water. “Tea first.” She set it on her stove and turned on the burner. “Now, how about some food, yeah?”
But the demon had turned her head toward the shelves beside her reading chair. They were overflowing with various knickknacks and trinkets she’d collected over the years, small treasures a forest witch like her kept as connection to her wooded lands.
Unease hit Kendra’s gut. “What is it, Marbles? Has someone been here?”
Had the Fae figured out where her home was and set a spell on it? She wanted to check her wards, but she couldn’t focus enough. Not without food or tea, at least.
But the demon’s attention never wavered from the trinkets. Kendra moved closer, scrutinizing the items on the shelves, cataloguing each one and the memory of where she’d gotten it. But something sat among the shells, dried flowers, and small shiny stones, something that hadn’t been there when she left.
She reached out and picked up what looked like a long, jeweled dagger in a leather sheath. There were runes carved into the blade and a large, polished aquamarine stone in the pommel. She frowned.
This thing almost looks like a minature of Phinn’s grandfather’s sword…