“Your wish,” it whispered, in a voice like dry leaves skittering across pavement.
The voice was low, amused. She turned to find Lucas Vane leaning against the doorframe. Lucas was the kind of handsome that made people use words like “chiseled” and “brooding.” He was also captain of the swim team, which meant he had no business in the art room.
She walked out into the rainy October night, leaving Lucas Vane standing alone in a room full of drying ink. And on the table, where the creature had been, a single drop of ink trembled—then shaped itself into a tiny, smiling raven. It spread its wings, flew to Megan’s shoulder, and dissolved into a happy smudge on her collar.
It collapsed into a puddle of ordinary black ink, soaking into the paper, the table, the floor.
“Lucas?” She instinctively covered her drawing with a sketchbook. “What are you doing here?”
Megan stared at the notebook. A cold dread pooled in her stomach. “Why do you care?”
“Your wish,” it whispered, in a voice like dry leaves skittering across pavement.
The voice was low, amused. She turned to find Lucas Vane leaning against the doorframe. Lucas was the kind of handsome that made people use words like “chiseled” and “brooding.” He was also captain of the swim team, which meant he had no business in the art room.
She walked out into the rainy October night, leaving Lucas Vane standing alone in a room full of drying ink. And on the table, where the creature had been, a single drop of ink trembled—then shaped itself into a tiny, smiling raven. It spread its wings, flew to Megan’s shoulder, and dissolved into a happy smudge on her collar.
It collapsed into a puddle of ordinary black ink, soaking into the paper, the table, the floor.
“Lucas?” She instinctively covered her drawing with a sketchbook. “What are you doing here?”
Megan stared at the notebook. A cold dread pooled in her stomach. “Why do you care?”
