Dust winced when Sammy yelled out. He knew it was part of the plan, but he suddenly wished they had thought of a better one. He definitely didn’t like the fact that Sammy was standing out in the open.
Sammy stood with her feet apart, her bow gripped tightly in her left hand and an arrow in her right. The wind swirled around them, stirring up the dirt and sending icy chills down the collar of their jackets.
“She-Devil!” Sammy yelled again. “You want me, you come and get me, but I want my brother first!”
Dust’s gaze narrowed when the creature stepped out of the shadows of the warehouse. She was dressed once again in a sheet wrapped around her like an ancient toga. A shiver ran through Dust when the creature’s gaze moved down over Sammy with a slightly triumphant glare.
“Where’s my brothe
