We survived the orphanage by sheer stubbornness—Aine with hope, me with sarcasm sharp enough to cut stone. Then one night, we finally escaped. Freedom lasted… maybe five minutes. Now we’re running through a forest that hates us, something is tracking our steps, and the stupid book I stole won’t stop glowing like it wants attention. Its pages change. Its story shifts. And I’m starting to think it’s not a book at all. Aine says we’ll be fine. I say she’s adorable and wrong. Because the shadows behind us aren’t human. And the ones inside the book might be worse. We escaped the orphanage. But we might have run straight into a story that’s trying to claim us. And if we don’t figure out how to survive it… we’ll never see morning.
The Devil Between Us Comments