I recognized his voice. He beamed at me like we were best of friends but it did nothing to stop the slam of fear spreading ice through my veins.
“W- Who are you?” He owned the voice that called me twice now but I neither knew him nor trusted him. I generally did not trust people who materialized from nothing any more than I trusted people who could curse people with a few words.
I was not the smartest, but I never thought myself to be so daft as to wander off on my own in a house such as this after the owner plainly told me to stay put, in a time when it seemed I did not know myself any more than I knew the strangers that walked past me at Dracoberg.
“You are not to know my name so you can call me whatever you wish to,” The being said. He looked like a cross between a man and a boy, w
