Feet are raised, heads are cocked, bodies balance with the constant shift of required weight all while we try to assess what has happened. But there is something else we are straining to grasp, too. There was another sound that rang out through the room. A sound our minds pique with the yearning our bodies crave. Prey. It was a high-pitched scream of stark fear and the boy with the blue cloth stuck to his arm has found the source first. There is another set of barriers once again blocking our exploration. Barriers that we had not noticed until now that are holding the sound of our target behind them. The riddle of the last barrier is still fresh in our minds. The boy applies the same test to them, watching them sway slightly from his hand. He smiles with the simple mechanism of the blockage and pushes harder, catching one with the same hand. With a pause, he waits for us to gather behind him. His body is tense with the anticipation of what may lie on the other side.
What do You think about The Risen (Book 2): Margaret?
