Devlin held the tiny bottle of purple sand in his hands, turning the bottle around to study the way the sand slowly swirled around the bottle no matter how fast he spun it. It was if some unseen magic was keeping the sand confined together. He studied it as he held it steadily up to the sun. The grains moved as if they had their very own heartbeat. He narrowed his sight on each individual grain of sand as he pulled it closer to his eyes. The closer it got to his face, he swore that he could hear whispers coming from the bottle. He furrowed his brows trying to make out what the voices were saying. He placed it against his ear and even though he could hear miles away with the hearing of a vampire, he still couldn't make out what the damn thing was trying to tell him. He wasn't sure IF it was
