I literally ran out of Adam's house to grab Millie's wrist and pull her into my house before she says anything stupid that Adam would hear from his window.
I lowered my head and leant against the straw walls of the old elder Larkin's straw inn. I drank the last content of squashed purple lily flowers from the cup, feeling it's bitter taste burn through my throat. I couldn't believe she still told this pointless stories to kids. The popular story about some "blood night" was nothing but myth, stories told in the dark to young wolves. Stories told to instill fear on them so as to be careful about entering other territories. But Larkin said it like it was a real thing. She wasn't even born then!
I looked at the kids seated on straw mats around her, fear in each child's face as they looked into Larkin's, as they let her story instill fear in them. The view nearly got me smirking. Kids.