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Especially when you stumble upon a cave and awaken two demons.
Rumors and superstition.
That’s what Emma thinks about local gossip concerning her grandmother’s “cursed” private island. Emma journeys to the island to ready it for sale. While out exploring, she unearths a hidden cave–a cave which holds answers to the island’s dark past.
There may be more to the rumors than she thought.
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The dark-haired man stood several steps from the front door. In daylight, she saw little more than she had the night before. His head was bowed. Long, dark hair hid his face. His broad torso was heavily muscled. His skin was like mahogany. He was easily a foot and a half taller than she was. The man he called Thim stood several paces behind him.
In spite of the cold seeping from the glass window, both were still dressed in loincloths. “Why are you dressed like that? It’s cold outside.”
“It is what we have,” the dark-haired man answered.
The albino brazenly met her gaze. Though he was several inches shorter than his counterpart, his demeanor was by far more intimidating. Something restless and calculating lurked behind his colorless eyes. His skin was flawless, his body angular, and his limbs, long and athletic. Muscles tense, he looked ready to spring at a moment’s notice. Emma’s gaze traveled down to the albino’s hip. One of the ties on his loin cloth was almost undone.
She quickly averted her eyes. “Where is my grandmother right now?”
“She is in the cave,” the dark-haired man replied. “You saw her.”
“And then I woke up here.”
“We brought you home. We are concerned for your well-being.”
“I have bruises,” she accused.
The dark-haired man turned his head slightly as if to consult with his counterpart. “Thim may have been heavy-handed with you,” he answered, his voice hardening. “He will apologize.”
The albino tilted his head and raised a pale eyebrow. His look was anything but an apology.
“Go away!” Emma said.
“We need to speak to you.” The dark-haired man asserted. “We wish you to come out.”
Emma laughed at the absurdity of his request. “I don’t think so.” Backing away from the window, she scanned the room. The hammer was missing, the knife she’d been carrying the night before was god knows where, and she had nothing in the cabin to fight with.
“Come out, Emma.”
She froze. “How do you know my name?”
Silence. Emma dove for the box she’d packed her grandmother’s silverware. She ripped off the tape and pulled out a fork. I have a fork. Great. I’ll fork them to death. The butter knives were at the bottom, wrapped in newspaper. Desperate, she dumped the box upside down.
“We have not come to harm you.” The man’s melodic, deep voice came from the other side of the door.
Her heart leapt at his proximity. Suddenly, the door seemed paper-thin. Emma shook one of the butter knives from the newspaper wrapping. Blunt-tipped, it was better than nothing. Keeping a distance from the front door, she maneuvered herself so she could see out the window. The dark-haired man still stood on the porch. The albino was gone.
“Where is your friend?”
“Thim is not my friend.” His answer was sharp.
Emma tried to see behind the curtain of the man’s long hair. “Why won’t you look at me? What are you hiding?”
“Hiding.” He seemed to ponder her question. “I am hiding nothing.”
“Then look at me.” Get as much information as you can, her inner voice chattered. You’ll need it when you tell the police. “So, he’s not your friend. Thim is an odd name. What’s yours?”
He paused before answering. “Itu.”
Don’t ask him anything else. The thought took her off guard, but she felt compelled to pay heed to it. “You’d better go because my friends will be here soon,” she said, clutching the butter knife. “And they’re bringing the police.”
His low answering chuckle caused a chill to creep down her spine.
“I know you’re holding Fae hostage!” she accused. “Let her come to me and then we’ll talk.”
“I do not have control on whether she…comes to you or not.”
A small shuffle from behind made Emma turn with a start. The albino stood a fingers-breadth behind her, an amused smirk on his face. Snatching the butter knife from her hand, he threw it with force across the room. Before Emma could scream, there was a sharp pain in her head and everything went black.
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