Ofelia was just touching the weathered face of the baby when the Faun appeared from the shadows. He looked different. Younger. Stronger. More dangerous. “I got the key,” Ofelia said proudly, holding it up. But the Faun just nodded. Ofelia had expected a bit more than that. After all she’d faced a giant toad and saved the fig tree, not to speak of offending her mother. The Faun, though, seemed far more excited about what he was eating. Ofelia couldn’t quite make out what it was, only that it was bloody and raw, maybe a dead bird or a rodent.
