He tugged her on. The path became uneven. Stones scooted away from her feet, rattling across the silence. She bit her lip but resisted the urge to turn on the flashlight.
Walter might not be near, but something was. Turning on the light might only force into action whatever stood out there in the darkness watching them.
They made their way slowly through the blanket of night. The closer they got to Patrick, the stronger the pulsing in the watch became.
Images flicked brightly through her mind, recalling moments of sweat and sex and loathing. Patrick and Elizabeth had been intimate, if the visions were anything to go by.
At least one wish had come true for the teenager, and she hoped the price he'd had to pay wasn't too high—though she had a bad feeling this wasn't the case.
