#3. Bait
Angry voices outside, so she twists the air to eavesdrop.
“…damned creatures are too wary. Nothing lures them out anymore.”
Her father-in-law’s hard voice: “You need better bait.”
She shivers even as her door slams open.
“Ah, Alys,” he says, smiling. “Still so pale? Perhaps a ride would cheer you.”
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