Chapter 181

• I squint at the crows and recall her words, glancing at Meadow, not entirely sure what she means about birds and ears and certain we never once mentioned her around these damned birds. I think she’s maybe a little insane or making out that she knows more than she does.
• “So, if you know why we’re here, then I guess we shouldn’t beat around the bush and ask if you will help.” It feels rude to invade her territory and blurt it out, but it’s put me completely off-kilter having her seem to know who we are and looks so smug about it. She’s not exactly welcoming, and so far, she seems to like indirect answers and wordplay. It doesn’t signal a friendly soul.
• “It’s getting late.” She points out, ignoring my question completely. Acting like I haven’t spoken and I sigh at the sky. I still can’t make out anything about her features other than she seems to have a youthfulness. It’s hard to put a finger on it, more than seeing her hand, but I get the vibes that she is not much older than Sierra. Mid-thirties at most. I’ve heard about witches using anti-aging seduction, masking appearances to lure, and means to pull innocents to trust them… or was that sirens? I forget. The books under the house have so many supernatural species; I don’t recall which sometimes or what ones we should never be drawn in by. Either way, her presence is giving me the heeby-jeebies.