THE WOODS A mere week had passed before I was out on the battlefield again. I fought solo this time. My feud with Paul was not over and I hadn't spoken to him since the incident, despite his constant phone calls. I stalked through the cemetery again – my father was right about it being a common feeding ground. I found my target leaning against the base of one of the many tall trees. He eyed me hungrily, a devious smirk painted across his pale face. His skin was rugged and dirty, and his build was tall and muscular. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said casually, flipping a golden coin in his left hand. I eyed him curiously, “Were you expecting me?” “Word has been going around that there's a raven amongst these parts,” he laughed, “I just had to come and see what all the fuss was about. I never imagined it would be a little girl such as you!” Where could he possibly have caught word of that?
