Annabel nodded and swallowed the pills, chasing them with water. "Don't trust anyone, Emma. Any one of these people can be our enemy. We must go our own way as soon as possible."
Emma bit her lip, refraining from saying anything at all. She needed time to think. She was seventeen years old, to be eighteen by tomorrow, but she had never felt terrified as she was now. First, it was the county where she had found out that paranormals like werewolves and witches were real, and now this. She had no idea what to think again.
Even though she thought that Annabel was so delirious to the extent of referring to her as her daughter, she couldn't help the feeling that there might be a hint of truth in what the latter had said. Her instincts were never wrong. But it scared her the most. Evil in the mountains?? What mountain and what is the evil?
