Page 47 of Captured By the Monsters
Rowen and Sylan stepped closer and reached out to steady me. She continued to seethe with an anger so palpable, I swear I could reach out and touch it. It was a living, tangible thing that unsettled me. She was an enemy, of that I was sure.
I looked away to the third girl with strawberry blonde hair. When her green eyes met mine, I smiled softly in friendship and welcome. I wanted to become friends with these women, because they were the only ones who truly knew how it felt to be in our position. It would be a welcome addition to my life down here.
But her face remained expressionless, as if she didn’t even register that I was even looking at her. Alarmed, I looked at Sylan, who just immediately shook his head as if to say “not now.”
What the fuck was going on here? What was wrong with this woman who seemed dead in the eyes, and why did the brunette seem so hateful?
I glanced back at the dark haired girl, wondering if she knew. She gave me a slight nod and shrug of her shoulders. She saw it too, but didn’t have an explanation.
Rowen was right—I must be easier to read than a book if she could sense my question to her that quickly, but for once I was glad that someone understood what I was saying without speaking.
I needed answers.
