CHAPTER 121

Shawn's POV

I got down from my horse and helped Martin down too. We walked closer towards what looked like a giant grave and truly it was.

“Is this not a wicked act?” Martin asked, looking into the grave and then at me.

I didn't know.

I didn't feel like it was a wicked act. It felt like it was done as a remedy to harm already done but what I did not understand was why I felt drawn to a huge grave.

“Let's go,” I said hoarsely.

I didn't particularly appreciate how I felt and wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. But just as we turned to go, I noticed a separate grave. It looked a little bigger than a grave for one person and around it were flowers grown all around it.

I felt that strong pull again and walked, void of my volition to the grave. I stood over it and ran my hands over the flowers.

Like a lightning shock, I felt a ripple effect course through my fingers from the flowers, and my mind became messed up.

It's been a while since I had this attack, but here it was. Smithso