Thirty Nine

I watched as Ian left me there, running off like someone was after him, without telling me a goodbye. I had no idea what was going on! I looked back at the man, and he was still looking at where Ian had gone. His expression was hard and borderline scary. I couldn’t stand here. It was risky, even for me. I walked as fast I could, with my head bent low on the ground. I couldn’t let this man have the slightest idea that I was not human. He would be on my tail before I could blink. Halfway through, I felt the brush of his arm on my shoulders, and I almost shivered in repulsion at it. “It will do you well to start away from that boy. Things may not be as they seem,” he said lowly. I gasped. I turned to ask him what he meant by that, but he had vanished like he hadn’t been standing right there minutes ago. What did he mean by that? Apparently, he still felt I was human, so what had he meant when he made such a comment. ‘Things weren’t what they seemed.’ What did that even mean? How is