ECHOES OF BLOOD
(Sasha's POV)
Fear.
The funny thing about fear is that everyone feels it.
Politicians.
Gangsters.
Kings.
Mothers.
Even monsters.
The difference is what people do with it.
Some run.
Some hide.
Some pray.
Me?
I hunt.
The sun was rising over the lake when we returned inside the safe house.
The others were awake.
Mama sat at the dining table.
Kwanda looked exhausted.
Pregnancy and stress were becoming a terrible combination.
Dmitri sat quietly eating cereal.
For once he wasn't talking.
That alone told me he sensed something was wrong.
Children always know.
Not because people tell them.
Because they feel it.
I walked inside.
Trying to appear normal.
Trying to look calm.
Trying to look like the world wasn't slowly catching fire around us.
Mama immed
