"Don't go down there." Eason pulled me back and shook his head. "Me and Joel will go take a look."
After all, protecting and bringing the children back safe and sound was the police's responsibility.
I shook my head in response. "It's not just for Yara. I keep getting the feeling that... something down there is calling for me."
I didn't know why either, but I felt like taking a look downstairs.
The feeling was overwhelmingly strong. I couldn't explain it, but the attraction was there.
"Let's go." Dexter took my hand and led me down the stairs.
"Do you feel it too?" I looked at him nervously.
He nodded.
Joel scratched his head quizzically. He looked toward Eason and asked, "Do you feel it too?"
Eason rolled his eyes. "I just know that it might be dangerous down there. Curiosity kills the cat-I don't have that type of curiosity."
Although well aware of the risks, everyone still went downstairs anyway.
