Work With You

“Why?” Ciaran asked. “Where?”

“Now that the threat is mostly gone, Eoghan is rallying the other mundane fools to be rid of the evil druids who brought the enemy upon us. Dolan has at least delayed the madness because you helped your former neighbors survive, but we can’t stay here.” Brenna scooped up the other set of blankets. Odran, Niamh, and Deagan began gathering up the rest of her supplies.

Ciaran’s throat closed. His father hated him, wanted him dead. “What will they do if they catch us?”

“The traditional method is burning, but that won’t really work with you.”