DAMIEN.
"What in the goddess name happened here?"
His question is met with silence.
Natalie has her head bent low while Fredja watches her.
"Natalie?" I call as I move towards her only for her to flinch back.
What?
Why would she flinch from me?
I turn to stare at Fredja in silent question and just as she is about to answer me, her gaze is caught by something behind me.
"You might want to handle that first," she says, her face still trained over my shoulders.
I turn to look at what she is talking about and I see a fast growing crowd gathered behind us.
Oh, no.
Irritation grips me as a crowd gathers, their curious eyes fixed on Natalie.
The whispered words that reach my ears don't help matters.
"...she did it…"
"...her again…"
"...sort of Luna…"
"...did to Pan…"
"...witch…"
The air thickens with tension as I hear those words, causing me to snap.