Simon’s POV
The whole cabin was quiet, just like how l like it and the only sound inside was the sharpening of my knife.
I usually like to spend this time alone but I had an unwanted visitor, his small hands were clutching a tiny, carved wooden dragon.
I kept my dark eyes fixed on the boy.
I expected the room to be filled with loud, hysterical screaming and endless tears but this boy hasn't shed a tear since he was brought here.
"Aren't you going to cry, kid?" I growled at him with annoyance. "Most children your age would be screaming for their mothers right now."
He didn't shrink back. He held his little wooden dragon tighter, looking up at my scarred face without an ounce of terror.
"My mommy told me that crying doesn't scare off bad monsters," he spoke up, his small voice surpri
