164 : The Shadow

VERENA

I slowly turn around but find no one in the room. I am hundred percent sure I heard a male voice. My brow pinch as I remember Ezra telling me that the curse was a ‘he’.

I look sharply around the room and ask. “Who are you? Show yourself!” I demand, my voice stern.

The voice responds back, making a jolt run through me. “Well, there’s not much to show. But if you insist…”

My eyes go wide when I see the shadow behind my closet door move and materialize into a tall figure. I am not sure if what I am seeing is real. Because it's just a shadow. It has no face, no arms, no legs…just a silhouette.

“Told you, I don’t have much to show,” the voice comes from the moving shadow, making me gasp.

“Who are you?” I ask, my voice coming out a little weaker than I intended. I feel in my gut that I already know the answer to my question.

“Who am I?” he chuckles, as if my question is amusing to him. “That can be up for a later discussion. For now, let's focus on why I am here.”

I raise a br