Olivia
“You can’t kill him!” I cried. “The monster is Alvin. I’m sure of it!”
Nathan’s eyes widened, the moonlight casting eerie shadows over his sharp features as he stared at me in disbelief. A heavy silence hung between us for what felt like an eternity before Nathan finally stood and spoke.
“How do you know this, Olivia?” His voice was low, so low it was almost a growl, and his eyes took on a new darkness that I hadn’t seen before.
“I saw him once,” I replied, my words sticking to my tongue as if they were made of thick, unyielding honey. “On my own, when I was walking home from Angela’s party. I know it was him.”
His brow furrowed, disbelief stark in his gaze. “But that...that’s not enough, Olivia,” he murmured. “How do you know it was Alvin?”
“I swear it’s him
