Chapter 59 Taken

***POV – Melaena The little boy holds onto the number 13 jacket, raven black hair in serious need of a comb, the face of a little angel, sinlessness exemplified by big green eyes highlighted against thick dark lashes – an image of perfection. He smiles at me and the dimples in his cheeks deepen, a small hand reaches out to me. I take his hand, but then his eyes turn hazy, fearful, and all of a sudden claws reach from the shadows and pull him towards the darkness. I try to hold onto him, frantically, as if knowing I m his only hope, but slowly his hand slips from mine and he gets pulled further and further away until he s entirely engulfed in the blackness. I shout out, but silence is my only answer, my shadow my only company while I m standing in a weathered house on a starless night. "I won t give up!" I shout hoping the boy can hear me, "I won t give up!" "Melaena," The voice drifts towards me and it sounds just like Kiara, "ope