She was standing right in front of me, glowing. She just stares at me, not smiling, not saying a word. I hold my arm where Astaroth had grabbed. The pain was still present and I was afraid to look down at it, wondering if it was blistering as bad as those other kids’ skin were.
“Who the hell is she?” David whispers, just as in awed as everyone else.
Ignoring him she walks to me and reaches out a hand. Calen suddenly moves forward looking worried. His behavior was strange as he looks to her than to me. His expression was one of disbelief, fear and nervousness.
I scowl as a thought comes to mind. “You know who she is don’t you?” I accused.
He flinches at my accusation. “Nessa…I know you’re really pissed at me right now…but please don’t interac
