“Do you trust me?” A gloved hand jutted out in the darkness.
Karla looked around. It was only her, the candle post, and the hand.
“Do you trust me?” The voice cooed out once more. Somewhere in her she recognized that voice. It brought her warmth and happiness, two things she had only known once before. She shook her head. No. Now was not the time to think of Asher. Asher was gone.
Karla stuck out her hand. “Yes. I do trust you.”
“Good choice, my child.” The hand pulled her into the shadows and dragged her away from the only life she’d ever known.