That night, elsewhere, in the middle of nowhere, Hazel looked coldly at the twinkling sky, while a young man lay under her feet in cold blood.

This was the third person she had slain in less than a day and her heart felt very cold as she wondered how many more people Juniper had sent after her.

“Juniper, you made me run away from home so many years ago and you still won’t let me be! Do you think that I am still that weak and can give in to you just like that?” she snorted as she looked at the young man wearing the black cloak which mixed well...