“What are you doing?”
The shadows in the corner weren’t shadows. They were moving toward them, shapeless and hungry.
They reached the pendant’s alcove. It pulsed faintly under glass, green and wrong.
“What are you doing?”
The shadows in the corner weren’t shadows. They were moving toward them, shapeless and hungry. ivy wolfe janice griffith
They reached the pendant’s alcove. It pulsed faintly under glass, green and wrong. “What are you doing