"Can you tell me your name?" Cyrus inquired of the little girl, ignoring the person behind him.
Even though she couldn't see the source of the frightening voice, the girl appeared terrified. "T..am..mara," she stuttered, out of breath.
"Take a deep breath and tell me." He told her sternly, and she swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and inhaled with trepidation.
"Tamara." She introduced and opened her eyes.
"Good," Cyrus said, twitching his lips and touching Sage's head, his head glowing and Sage's eyes fluttered open.
"Someone has come to see you," he said as he turned to face the owner of the voice, and Sage's eyes widened as she saw the living corpse man.
Cyrus let go of Sage and gently helped her to her feet before moving towards the little girl who wasn't sure whether she should be afraid of Cyrus or the undead man. Cyrus' devious glint sent shivers down her spine.
