Zephyr stood still, his body rigid. Michael’s hand clamped around his wrist, claws digging deep into his skin as blood trickled from the fresh cuts, staining his flesh. Neither of them moved. They were both frozen, locked in place.
A vision burst into Zephyr’s mind. Two young men, both sneaking into Sylvia's home. They were within the ages of 20 and 21. One of them had a key clutched in his hand.
They climbed silently up the stairs to the second floor.
“Kelvin, remind me why we're doing this again?” One asked the other in a whisper. “Do we really have to kill an innocent kid? He's only fourteen.”
The other one frowned. “Are you having second thoughts?” he asked. “If that's the case, then you better leave now.”
There was a brief silence, then he softened and placed his hand on the o
