'What is it, Taylor? Did you decipher the Runes?' Dad asked as he looked from the photos to me and back down at the pictures, taking care not to allow anyone to notice we were having a silent conversation.
'Yeah…kinda wish I didn't, too,' I grumbled while lifting up one of over 40 pictures off the table. This one, in particular, was from near the center of the formation.
'Huh? Why not? I mean, if we know what's about to happen, then we should be totally able to handle it…right?' Brenden chimed in from a few feet away as he made small talk with an over-excited Sonas.
'Yeah, well, that was before our happy little undead hunting ground was about to be exposed and opened as a Returner amusement park.'
