Page 11 of Protected By Monsters (Everwood Demons 1)

I was losing my mind.

Jack growled in frustration at this.

“Look, I’m glad I had you guys and all, but it’s time I accept the truth.”

Jack grunted again, and held out his clawed hand.

“What?” I muttered, raising an eyebrow at his hand.

He just grunted, stretching his hand out more, like he wanted me to take it.

“You’ll burn me,” I stated, but then sighed. No. Just another figment of my mind. Might as well see this through then. What was the worst that could happen?

I took his outstretched hand, gasping as his body exploded in a cloud of black smoke that swirled around me. I couldn’t move, and Jack still stood before me, those glowing red eyes boring into mine as the shadowy wisps blackened out everything around us.

I heard it whipping around me wildly, not just smoke, it was something solid now, and I couldn’t see my crummy room now, just darkness.

And Jack’s glowing eyes, burning with an inner fire as he held my hand tight.

His grip didn’t burn me.

I just stared at him, frozen inside the tornado of darkness, the sound reminding me of both fluttering wings and something slithering.

But I wasn’t afraid.

I was never afraid with my monsters.

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