Gia
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Panic flared in my chest. I knew there was nothing next to me, but the reflection in the lake showed a little boy standing there. He looked around ten years old? His face was haggard and grubby, his clothes nothing more than rags, and he looked starved as he gazed at me with big, sad eyes.
Sparks erupted in my left hand as Davin grabbed it. It calmed me somewhat, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off the reflection of the boy.
“What do you want?” I asked it.
“Set me free,” he answered with a hiss. I nearly jumped back as he changed, his teeth morphing into sharp points and blood seeping from his eyes and mouth.
“Why should we?” I asked. Chills crept up my spine, and I could barely stop my body from shuddering.
He giggled and sounded like a happy ten-year-old boy. Somehow t
