1 CHAPTER 13Jade sat in the wing chair, holding Tiggy upside down on her lap, petting his stomach. He was purring but mad. She stared down into indignant, glowing green eyes.“The other goat,” Kestrel announced from the doorway, saying the word as if it were something not mentioned in polite society, “is just fine. So you can let the cat out.”Jade didn’t think so. There was somebody crazy in Briar Creek, and she planned to keep Tiggy safe where she could see him.“We’re not going to have to feed on the goat, are we?” Kestrel asked Rowan dangerously.“Of course not. Aunt Opal did because she was too old to hunt.” Rowan looked preoccupied as she answered.“I like hunting,” Jade said. “It’s even better than I thought it would be.” But Rowan wasn’t listening—she was biting her lip and staring into the distance. “Rowan, what?”“I was thinking about the situation we’re in. You and Mark, for one thing. I think we need to talk about that.”Jade felt reflexive alarm.
