Chapter Twenty Six

HECTOR BAYES

The girl was staring at me like I was crazy, and I reached up to palm the back of my hairy head, knowing I’d very possibly lost a few screws.

“Mr. Bayes,” The hag panted, looking like she was about to say something and trailing off when she saw the green-eyed girl who I felt come up behind me that was no doubt peeking over my shoulder to flip the witch off.

A bold move considering how many fingers display the coffee-colored hag owned.

“Jules, get the girls ready, undock the carriages, we're leaving immediately! The faster we get out the better!” I growled and the woman nodded, bowing and disappearing from the balcony without another glance back.

“Hector,” Nola breathed and I turned to look down at the girl wringing her hands and glancing about the forest clearing below us warily. I could tell she was afraid, and it made something inside me thaw, something that used to be frozen solid.

“It's going to be okay Reynolds, you're in good hands,” I whispered, poking her with a l