The horror that unfurled in front of me made me gasp. The pain was evident and it was only after a while that my brain remembered to scream as the poisonous fluid entered my bloodstream and made me bleed like a haemophiliac. I would have rushed to the stream to wash the blood off if Lucas hadn't pulled me back like a leash.
"Show me," he demanded and I obediently did as he commanded.
The fingers were turning redder by the minute as the cold stung the open wounds and the red, sticky, viscous fluid oozed out of them like a brook.
"Don't move," he ordered as he held my shaking hands which were turning blue by the minute. "You touched the
