Unmasking The Shadow Man. Debbie Herbert

you describe it again? In more detail?”

      “A man hovered over Presley. Extremely pale. When he looked up at me, I couldn’t really read his expression. His eyes were large and full of contradiction—anger, surprise, but mostly fear. Although he couldn’t have been more afraid of me than I was of him.”

      “How tall was he?”

      “Hard to say since he was bent over, but I don’t think he was a tall man. He wore dirty clothes that were ragged, and his face and arms looked as though they were crusted in dirt. If not for that, he might have been glow-in-the-dark pale. Very sickly looking.”

      “The legendary Shadow Dweller, perhaps?”

      The corners of her mouth turned down. “Bryce was awfully chatty tonight, wasn’t he? And here I thought he was my friend—that we shared a connection through Presley’s memory.”

      A false belief like that could be dangerous. He shouldn’t say anything, and yet… “A word of warning,” he said reluctantly. “Don’t trust Bryce Fairfax one hundred percent. He might not be all that he appears to be on the surface.”