Page 9 of Her Silent Knight

“Remain open,” she whispered.

The spelled gate obeyed. She could feel the power of the wards. Their energy mingled with her own. It took blood, sweat, and tears, all of which came from her, to make those wards this powerful.

It took all of that to make wards strong enough to keep the many creatures who roamed the Frostlands off her property. Property Rhen had given to her after he killed the previous owner.

Whispering a spell to weaken the wards, Sin moved closer to her cottage. By the time she reached the front door, she could no longer feel the energy from the wards. She turned to look back at Rhen.

He was still seated on his ride a few feet away from her gate. She nodded. He nodded and climbed off his bike. She faced her door and placed her hands on the wood. She whispered another spell.

The door creaked open. It took another whispered spell for her to weaken the wards she had inside her home. Rhen said she had too many wards activated. A lie. There was no such thing as too much protection.

Sin stepped into her home. She raised her hand. Flames erupted in the fireplace. She walked to the back room of her cottage and searched through her small treasure chest. It was filled with items Winter had made for her.

She was thankful for the connections she’d made upon first entering the Frostlands. Those connections were part of the reason she’d survived for two years on this unyielding plane.

Sin found the spelled handcuffs she was looking for. Then she grabbed the charmed necklace Winter had made her and clasped it around her neck. She glanced over her shoulder when she heard Rhen enter her cottage.

“Honey, I’m home. And I’m starving.”

Sin sighed when her front door slammed shut.

It was time for her to pay for his protection.