Rose’s POV:

SWOOSH!

The sound itself was almost silent, but knowing that what she was doing could get her burned at a stake, Rose was very alert.

And even a silent sound like that tore through the air like a blade.

The sharp, unnatural rustle of a cloak completely split the quiet harmony of the creek. Rose’s hands, in motion, froze, she stopped just above the linen she was currently drying.

Her expression also froze, as a deep pang of fear began to rush out within her.

She had checked, twice.

And she hadn’t just used her normal sight, she had also used weaver-sight and even though her range was...