Dylan swallowed hard, his gaze darting away, clinging to that blurred memory from the day before.
That nightmare... it hadn't been just a dream. The shape the girl had taken in that world — that twisted reflection, that nightmare silhouette — it wasn't nothing. But he didn't have enough keys, enough bearings yet to connect the dots. Not yet.
And still… he should have seen it coming. Élisa had said it, damn it. Only her tribe lived in the area. So what the hell was a girl doing there, alone, calm, in the middle of one of the most unstable zones in this damn forest?
Even the three of them had nearly died there. Multiple times. And a kid? Seriously?
He swallowed again, feeling the weight crawl up his throat. A bitter taste of guilt. And total confusion.
Then he lifted his eyes. Slowly. And locked onto the ink-black orbs of the creature.
