Chapter 85 The Smell Of Death

Dawn was breaking when Layla stood at the windows and watched the activity outside as she towel-dried her hair. There had been tents put up all over the front grounds, and she was guessing they were all over the rest of the grounds as well. It looked like the whole town had moved to the packhouse. Maybe because of the wards, whatever those were. When Jackson ordered her to attend the dinner, she assumed the whole town had been invited, but she could see how wrong she had been. So many people walked in and out of the house and spilt out of the tents in large groups.