“What did you see?” he asked.
“Something touched me,” Colin gasped out.
“A cobweb,” his guide suggested.
“It touched my leg.”
“A will-o’-wisp.”
“What?”
“I don’t see anything. Let’s keep looking for the dog.”
“What if that was the dog?” Colin objected.
“It wasn’t,” the other man said confidently. He curled his fingers into Colin’s belt and drew him onward.
Colin followed, glancing nervously over his shoulder. He didn’t think it had been the dog, either. It hadn’t felt friendly. Surely Kissa would have come to him if she saw him, wouldn’t she? She was probably scared.
“Should I call for her?” he whispered.
“What?”
“The dog. Should I yell for her?”
The man looked around nervously. “Better not be too loud. Call her name, but softly.”
Colin frowned at him. “What’s down here?”
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