“You’re not real,” I whisper. “He’s dead.”
“So am I,” the Green Man says. “So are you. Just not yet.”
I raise the axe, clenching hard to stop my hands from trembling.
“Where do you want it?”
He smiles again and kneels in front of me, bowing his head, and pulling his long green hair to either side of his neck, revealing old runes painted across the nape in gold.
