“Mourning her beloved trees,” he says, not taking his amber eyes off me. “I admit, I was utterly titillated when you struck down those oaks.” He shakes his head. “That brute human logic of yours does indeed stir things up around here.” The Green Man reaches for me again. I slap his hand away. That earns me a nefarious smile. “The one wife I couldn’t have, the one soul I couldn’t claim,” he says. My skin goes cold. “What are you talking about?”
