Willow

The sun sank below the horizon and Willow fastened her red cloak around her. She paused at the front door and listened to Morgause’s light snoring. Nodding in satisfaction, she carefully lifted the latch and slipped out into the darkness.

She raced to the edge of the pond but Ronan wasn’t there. Her heart sank. Maybe he wasn’t going to come at all.

“And what is a sweet, little morsel such as you doing alone at night?” Ronan’s deep, smooth voice rasped ...