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Maybe it's worth checking out to see if what Clara had said was true or not.
Or perhaps the dreamscreecher would be gone by then. I'm leaving in a half hour when the kids get ready for bed.
“Amias?” Glaide murmurs behind me.
I turn off my phone and put it in my pocket. I don't need Glaide to know about this little detail.
It's just one visit. Just one to get evidence. Nothing to fuss over. “What?” I shrug.
He gives me a side glance before walking away.
I turn my attention back to Sabina. After the orphans settle into bed in about an hour, I can see for myself what these creatures are about.
Chapter 23
Amias
Grandmother and Mother would kill me if they knew where I was going so I told my chauffeur to drop me off at a cafe across from the park.
Once he drove away, I went across the street to Gosling Park. It's a dark forest with only heart shaped lamp posts every few feet to light up the path. I wonder what anyone was doing here in the first place. Seems like a great place to kidnap someone.
I peer through the trees and bushes. There's no sign of life, not even a bit of rustling.
Minutes go by as the silence remains, and I'm starting to lose whatever hope I’d had. Perhaps the poster was seeing things after all, or maybe it had left a while ago.
Swish.
Crunch!
I swing my head up to the direction of the noise. The bushes start shaking behind me and I step back, my body stiffening.
Grrrr…
I put my hand in my pocket where my gun is. I couldn't help but bring it. There's still a chance it could kill me.
Glowing purple eyes approach from the shadows, fixated on me like a delicious rabbit.
My lungs are deflated of air. I keep my grip on my gun. It's not enough for me to shoot as my thoughts turn into questions.
What if Clara is right?
What if I kill an innocent being just out of fear?
I keep staring into those purple eyes. Their glow intensifies and my heart slows. It's gaze is kinder and sweeter, but also weary like it's in pain.
I never thought I'd see that kind of look in a dreamscreecher.
I draw my hand away from my pocket, the thought of killing it screaming in my head but I try to suppress it. "H-hi…” How would it react to me speaking? “Um… I-I want to say… hi…"
A purple muzzle starts to peek from the bushes as I get closer. It takes a step forward and sniffs the air.
I resist the urge to flinch, even with the violent image of them eating me alive for dinner pops up in my head. It's a filthy disgusting creature made to kill people like me. What kind of idiot am I to not kill it? To even be here?
No. It hasn't done anything to warrant that.
At least not yet. I can't let myself fall into what I was taught without seeing the truth myself.
Its whole head peeks out of the bushes. I flinch, moving my hand towards the gun again.
