SJ wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of his father’s blood and Scarlet drank it. The little nagging sound grew louder and he could say without a doubt that it was a voice.
He looked around the room watching if anyone who was talking fit the voice but there was no one. He closed his eyes and concentrated as his senses tried to draw out the presence of someone else besides his family. But nothing.
“SJ?” Scarlet had finished drinking the blood and now she was gazing at her son with a puzzled look on her face.
SJ was pulled back to the present by his mother’s voice, “Mom, do you need anything?”
“Where were you just now?”
“Here with you.”
“But your eyes were shut and you seemed to be in a different place, and you have been very distracted today.” She placed a palm over his forehead
