Chapter 57

I wasn't sure what to expect once Finn opened the front door. A knot of tension had unraveled in my gut at the sight of his familiar face. I couldn't lie, part of me worried Finn no longer lived here. It was a worry that gnawed at me the entire walk here. Now that I stood in the foyer of Finn's cabin, his unnerving eyes never once leaving my face, I found myself slightly underwhelmed.

The cabin was much more--ordinary than I would've expected. There were no hints of magic, at least none I could pinpoint by sight. The inside of the cabin was cloaked in shades of gold, maroon and rich brown. The furniture wasn't new, but was worn to the point of comfort. A large kitchen sat towards the back of the house, and I couldn't help but eye up the large pot of stew boiling on the stove. My stomach howled in response, demanding something heavier than chilled soup. I was immediately drawn to the source of heat in the living room, edging closer to the blistering warmth. The crackling fire