Hecate’s pov

“Just stop the chariot here only.” I ordered the horsemen who nodded immediately. I gazed above from the cloak and let the light touched my face. The sun was setting down. It will be soon the time of dusk.

“What exactly you are here for if I may ask?” the man asked still driving the chariot not looking back. The road was jarring and I had to hold the handle for the balance.

“I am going to meet someone.” I said looking ahead. the horse neighed as he pulled the ropes too tightly.

“Nobody in the past thirty years or so have been living here, you are the...