14. The Ferrier

Chapter 14

The Ferrier

T his was a mistake.

Already, I regretted agreeing to the entitled brat's terms. An entire year of this for a bit of gold? Fine, a lot of gold. Almost one hundred years as the Ferrier and I was no closer to paying off my debt to Death. A couple silvers for every passing was nothing compared to the worth of a soul, but four thousand gold coins? That would help, and if it didn't, perhaps Death would trade her soul for mine.

That's if he even remembered the girl. I couldn't see what he would want her for. Sure, she was pleasing enough to look at, but Death only suffered those who followed orders. Miss Fil'Owen didn't seem to fit the bill.

I walked with no destination in mind other than putting distance between me and the girl. The shadows I'd left in my wake would watch over her and report back to me. Already those nearest to me whispered of her movements.

She was climbing the stairs.

Good.

Maybe if she slept I could forget she was here and carry on like nothing had changed, like she hadn't rearranged my entire existence.