CHAPTER SIXTY - DAUNT

PIXIE

The air wasn’t as heavy once we’d shifted back to our human forms. But it was still overpowering, and I couldn’t help the way my eyes stung.

It seemed like nothing had changed since the last anyone had come into the house, it was abandoned and untouched, like he had totally forgotten about existence and yet now that I knew what it was, it felt all the more sinister.

The house looked like it hadn’t been tended to in years rather some months. The grass in the yard out front was overgrown with wildflowers and weeds popping out of the ground and circling the larger shrubs. The porch was sun damaged; the wood looked brittle, and I briefly feared that one misstep would send both I and Asha crashing through the floor.

The paint on the exterior was weatherworn, enough that I wasn’t sure what the original color had been. Maybe a deep sea green? I wasn’t sure; it had lightened to a sickly teal that looked unnatural in the vibrant woods surrounding it.

The shutters had been destroyed by a