When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
“Zayd, run,” Lilyan had said, her voice barely above a whisper. She was terrified. Zayd could not figure out why, but he wasn't going anywhere without her. She turned to see him still standing beside her and urgently whispered, “Go!” Zayd smiled as reassuringly as he could and took her hand in his. He knew there was no danger. “Come on, Lilyan,” he chucked, “You're safe. It's just a little dark. Nothing to be afraid of.” He had no clue why she was so scared, but he tried to make a joke to calm her down. He then attempted to lead her down the stairs but Lilyan had planted her feet, refusing to move. All he wanted to do was show her that the basement was no longer her room. Why had this become so difficult? Uraz must have forgotten to leave the light on as well as lock the front door back