“Why did Haydn tell me I had a choice between you and the Shade?”
Just as the last words cleared my lips, Cass’s shadow seemed to grow to a hundred times its normal size. A low rumbling laugh, the kind I heard that first day in the forest came taunting at me on the afternoon breeze. I guess taking a Shade vacation was not in my cards.
“You were made”—she looked away from me—“not born into this conflict. The only reason you’re at Haven is because I found you first.”
Deciding a change in topic would be wise, I shook my head as the shadow retracted back to normal size. Maybe it was my imagination? I did almost get eaten. That had to play hell with a girl’s senses. To think the twins wanted to come visit me. Over my dead body.
Hmm. Maybe I’d better stop mentioning my dead body. This is getting a little too possible in the scheme of things.