Genevieve's POV
We all walked towards the place. The shaman's house was secluded from the rest of the houses. But there was no one there. The door was locked firmly. I sighed.
"I guess we got left behind for nothing," Jade muttered.
"Who are you looking for?" someone asked. But why did it sound like a little girl's voice? We glanced at each other before quickly turning around.
"Down here," the person said. I looked down and it was indeed a little girl. A cute and adorable one. She had long black hair that was braided into pigtails and bright sparkling green eyes. They kind of reminded me of someone's. I willed myself to stop thinking of Owen. I have been doing that since I woke up, every little thing I came in contact with reminded me of him. It was getting frustrating. She was wearing
