You could feel it. That telltale prickle at the back of your neck — goose flesh covering your skin. Someone was out there, watching you. You gently set down your basket of herbs that you were collecting.

“Who’s out there?” you call, standing up and looking around. “Show yourself.”

A handsome fae appears — shadows curl around his form, his wings tucked in tightly. He walks cautiously towards you, stopping a few feet away.

“What’s a witch doing out here?” he questions you.