“When am I coming back?” A child’s voice, high and thin. “I’ll send her back for you.” The chief looks at his feet. “After it’s done, all right?” “Fionn.” She speaks my name like she’s trying out the shape of the word and fixes me with her dull black eyes. “Are we going then?” “Safe travels,” the chief says as if that’s possible anymore. As if he hadn’t just hired me to take his daughter into the woods and slit her throat.
