Terror and fear should have been the emotions that flashed through their eyes at seeing something so terrifying, but what Damon saw instead was a deep curiosity and interest in what he had just done.
The girl looked at Damon while speaking to her brother.
"Lyn, you're right, it's magic…" her voice was calm as the raft drifted along the river, the current rocking it gently.
Damon narrowed his eyes, standing on the surface of the water as if it were solid ground. His gaze remained fixed on the children as he gave them a quick appraisal.
For all intents and purposes these two were just children. The girl was ten and her brother was thirteen. They were children.
Damon wasn't that much older than them when it came to age, being only seventeen, but with what he had lived through he might as well have been an old monster.
He wasn't as paranoid as he used to be, but he was still cautious of them.
He slowly walked toward the raft.
