The alley was dark and silent, the perfect hiding place for the dead. As I turned the corner, my heart stopped. There he stood—a boy with jet-black hair, skin as pale as the moon, and eyes that glowed an unsettling red. He stepped forward, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been looking for you,” he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but something in his gaze held me captive.
Comments
0No comments yet.