Two sofas and several chairs were situated in the center of the space. The only light came from the fire in the hearth. Incense hung heavy in the air, making my head spin. I wanted to run from the room, but Morlet gripped both my arms, holding me firmly in front of him. “Here’s the last Kriger,” he said in a bitter voice. I didn’t see who he was speaking to. Suddenly, a shadow detached from the wall and glided toward me, morphing into a hunched over human-like figure. As it neared, it appeared to be an elderly woman with long, knotted gray hair hanging down her back. She reminded me of Grei Heks. “Gha,” the old woman said, the menacing sound making my skin prickle. Her eyes were solid black, and I took a step away from her, bumping into Morlet. He kept hold of my arms, squeezing tightly. Sweat dripped down my forehead. “A girl?” Skog Heks crackled. “All these years searching.
