Under the pearlescent rain of the luminary of the night,
And a silver dagger to her brother's heart,
The First Witch cast the spell...
All the fine hairs on my arms stood on end as I read the words written across the ancient pages of the book in my hand. A cold shiver made its way down the small of my back. Shuddering, I closed the book and set it down on the table.
"There you are," said a familiar male voice from behind, making me jump a little where I sat. My back was to the door, but before I turned my head to see who spoke, I already knew it was Jason. "What are you reading?" he asked as he sauntered up to the table and sat opposite me.
"Nothing," I lied, nudging the leatherback. "It's just a silly fairy tale about Hansel and Gretel." I ventured my gaze to Jay. He was wearing a
