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Glass clinked Dropping to the floor, I crawled toward the door at the opposite end of the roo with a chilly draft

Barely daring to breathe, I peeked through the crack I was expecting to see the witch Instead, sitting on the carpet in the center of the room was Caleb

The as wide open, an icy breeze blowing through the roolass of blood by his side and an old oak chest open in front of hi out a few rando, and what appeared to be a dried-up bouquet of flowers

He placed them all down in front of hiazed down at theain and rolled it between his thuer As if it had just burnt hilass of blood, hurled it against thedown the mirror onto the wooden cabinet beneath it

I sneezed

The chilly breeze had gotten to me I swore beneath my breath

When he turned toward me, I slid away from the door and climbed under the table

The door creaked open, and his feet paced along the edge of the table He sniffed the air

Oh, no

He can smell my blood

I scrambled further back, careful to keep beneath the tablecloth

His footsteps approached closer and closer until I could crawl back no further I held my breath as his feet stopped just inches away from where I was curled up

His hand reached down and pulled up the tablecloth

His face didn’t appear, but the gas were now visible

He drew in a deep breath Then he reached down once again, this ti my arm as he yanked me out from under the table and pulled rowled, his dark brown eyes narrowing on ripped me harder and shookthe other day And I just--"

He slaainst a wooden cabinet

"It’s none of your business what goes on here Do you hear ainst the wood that it was a struggle to breathe