A chill ran down Danyell’s spine. Every hair on the back of his neck stood up and shivered. He rose from the grass. Behind his brother was the cottage where the two of them had spent the last thirteen? Fifteen? Danyell couldn’t recall exactly how many years he and Dayell had lived there. Not that they’d lived anywhere else.
No other cottages kept their home company. It was alone in an empty field, which stretched out in either direction, until it reached the forest. While trees could be watchful, they tended to be sleepy and relaxed. The only energetic thing in the woods was the bubbling creek and the wildlife it drew. Nothing there had the focused hunger in this gaze, not even a snake eyeing a squirrel.