Rid of Her

“We’re safe from them,” Eoghan said, and he narrowed his eyes. “But are we safe from you?”

Ciaran blinked. “Are you mad? We bled for you. Some of us died for you. Why would we hurt you?”

“She’s not one of them,” a woman said, pointing at Brenna.

A murmur ran through the crowd of villagers.

“She’s not one of us either,” Eoghan said. His voice rose. “She is the most powerful of all - she controlled all four of those gates.” He turned to face the villagers. “If we want to be safe forever, we must be rid of her!”