TwentyThe four figures sat on the porch that once belonged to Cedric Bathurst. Elias stood before them, pacing the grass. “We can all smell it. Humans were here. I know the scent too.” He looked at Karaa. “Your former kin have been close by,” his red eyes shining in the night. “I don't know why, unless they know that Eddie brought you here.”
Karaa's yellow eyes blinked, her lips twitching. “I'm thirsty. And you are my kin now. If they come back it will be the last thing they do.”
“Do you remember any of your kin?”
Karaa's brow knitted as she tried to think. She could see a young man's face in her mind's eye. However, she could not quite make out his features His hair and eyes were dark. His face appealing, yet blurry. She shook her head. “No. I do not. But no matter. If they come, they
