Kiana
“It wasn’t me,” Janelle repeated for the hundredth time as we all stared at the damage done to the trees.
I wanted to be annoyed with her, but I knew what it was like to always be on the defensive. To know that if anything went wrong, everyone would be looking at you.
That didn’t mean that I trusted Janelle, but in this, I trusted her. She didn’t see any lingering magic, and neither did I.
Troy and Amelia were trying to pinpoint London’s whereabouts. We’d been to what looked like the start of whatever had happened, although none of the evidence made sense. The woods were completely normal until whatever happened in this spot. Had a car dropped the beast off? There were no tread marks.
Had something dropped it from the sky?
“Nobody thinks it was you, Janelle, but if you keep say
