“Lia,” Aiden whispered. “Light eyes, can you come back to me?”
Nothing.
He pressed his back tighter against the wall of the room and cradled Lia to his chest.
The beast, who in this iteration of the house consisted only of a bald gray forehead with a staring dark eye, made growling and clicking noises at them. He seemed more curious than angry, but he never let his attention wander.
And why would he? There’s nothing to see in this room apart from us. I’m sure, if I know anything about the Dark One, that he’s been here long enough.
Aiden regarded the pentagram on the floor and its collection of esoteric power-boosters but didn’t really understand them. Though magical creatures themselves, Selkies didn’t rely on, and therefore didn’t concern themselves with, the trappings of human mysti
