Page 130 of Shadow Witch

“Really? Do you think that’ll work?” She took a small step back on shaky legs.

“His vision is based on movement, so try to remain as still as possible, and take tiny steps.”

“Oh, seriously?” She held her breath, afraid even the rise of her chest would alert him to their presence.

“No, I have no idea. But it worked in Jurassic Park.”

“That was a T-Rex, not a werewolf!”

“Well…still…big, bi-pedal, sharp teeth. Similar.”

“Not exactly,” Paige cried. “Especially if his vision isn’t based on movement.”

“I mean…everyone’s vision is somewhat based on motion, right? So…in a way, it’s always true.”

“Shut up,” Paige said with a shake of her head. “Just…be quiet. I’m trying to get us away from this thing.”

“It’s kind of strange that he isn’t attacking us yet. Is he blind or something?”

“Shhh,” Paige said with a wince. “Stop talking. Even if he’s blind, I doubt he’s deaf.”

“But why is he just standing there scraping his claws?”

Paige’s eyebrows went up. “Wait, maybe because I have Sleeping Beauty syndrome.”

“What? No, you don’t.”

Paige continued her painful journey backward in a painstaking crawl as she snapped her gaze to him. “Yes, I do.”

He wrinkled his horned nose. “No, Paige. If you did, you wouldn’t be walking around. You’d be asleep.”

“What? My milkshake brings all the animals to the yard. It has nothing to do with sleeping.”

“Ohhh,” Dewey said with a nod. “That’s Snow White Syndrome. Not Sleeping Beauty Syndrome.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. Got my fairy tales mixed up.”

“Fairy tales? Those aren’t fairy tales, Paige. Those are history.” He shook his head at her. “Sometimes, Paige, sometimes. Anyway, yes, you have Snow White Syndrome, and that could be why. Let’s try it out.”

“No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I’m not risking my life to see if it works. What if it doesn’t?”

“Well, if it doesn’t then you’ll be ripped to shreds most likely. But it would give us the evidence that we need.”

Paige flicked her gaze over her shoulder. She’d nearly made it to the corner. “I don’t want evidence. I’ll just slowly back away from it, and we’ll try another way.”

“Well, sure, if you want to be unscientific about it. We can do that.”

“Yes,” she said as she finally ducked around the corner and pressed herself against the stone wall, blowing out a shaky breath. “Yes, I want to be unscientific and remain alive rather than prove a point and be dead.”

“That’s one way to go, I guess.” Dewey fluttered from her shoulder and peered around the corner at the werewolf. “What if we have to go past him?”

“We’ll worry about that if we can’t find my mom in the other direction.”

“You mean when we take the left, not the right?”

“Or the right, not the left.”

Dewey landed on her shoulder again. “We’re so lost.”

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