Chapter Eighteen: Nightmares and Quizzical Clues

The steel gate banged open as a figure stepped into the quaint room, its hickory eyes zeroing in on the girl curled up in the corner, her brown hair barely visible behind a stack of empty crates. Spare bits of food and hay crunched under black boots as a gloved hand reached for a switch near the door, lighting the room in an orange glow. The only source of light provided for the girl.

With a groan the blue-eyed brunette turned her gaze onto the mysterious boy, a familiar face mostly hidden by a bandana meeting her gaze as she stretched her arms, presuming he had merely come for the daily check-up. The boy removed his biker jacket, placing it onto a spare crate, his watch and dark green gloves following right after.