Darts & Death
“You’re going to the Harvest Festival?”
Wednesday turned and gave Enid a cursory look. “It is mandatory,” she drawled. “Mandatory means required, if you were unaware.”
“I am aware, thanks,” Enid snarked right back. “I was just surprised that you’d follow that rule since you don’t follow any of others.”
Wednesday probably wouldn’t, but Harry was going. And if Harry insisted on attending, then Wednesday would too. Especially since Harry seemed to have gotten himself a date with the barista with the police officer for a father.
Not that Harry considered it a date, oblivious as he was.
He was like an ignorant puppy, kept caged for years and only recently learning to interact with others. It was amusing that he continued to look to Wednesday for assistance on social interactions, as if she were any type of role model for him to follow.
If Harry wanted to learn the most effective methods to decapitate a human or how to peel flesh from bone without ruining the carpet, Wednesday had advice in spades. But if he thought that Wednesday knew how to interact with unintelligent and uninteresting adolescent messes, he was sorely mistaken.
“That’s Harry,” Wednesday said when there was a knock on their bedroom door. “Thing, let him in.”
“Oh, you’re going with Harry?” Enid asked Wednesday, as if it weren’t glaringly obvious.
“Someone has to protect him,” Wednesday said simply. While she would admit, once, of being fond of Harry, she would hardly do it twice. And certainly not to Enid, the last thing Wednesday or Harry needed was for it to end up on Nevermore’s gossip blog.
“Riiiight,” Enid said skeptically. She swiped a glittering makeup brush across her eyelids, leaving them a dark shade of purple, a much more acceptable color than her usual bright pink. “So you’re not like crushing on Harry?”
Wednesday hissed, disgusted and insulted at the juvenile insinuation.
“You’re sick,” she whispered to her roommate. “Harry and I are connected by more than teenage hormones.”
“Great!” Enid popped her lips after applying her lip gloss and gave Wednesday a bright smile while Thing let Harry in their room. “Then you won’t mind if I go with you guys?”
Wednesday did mind, actually, but unfortunately Harry stepped in the room and lip up like a gasoline fire at Enid’s question.
“Brilliant!” he said, wearing a smile nearly as wide as his entire face. “This’ll be fun!”
Wednesday scowled, as she was certain it would not be fun, but Harry’s desire for ‘friends’ overruled her own desire for isolation.
“If you’re rude to Harry I will eviscerate you slowly and painfully,” Wednesday hissed to Enid as they followed Harry back through the school to ride the shuttle waiting for them.
Enid rolled her eyes at Wednesday and tilted her head close together, keeping Harry from overhearing her.
“He’s weird, but I’m not going to be rude to your other friends,” she whispered. “I do have manners, unlike some people.”
Wednesday ignored the insinuation that she lacked manners. Manners were simply false niceties that Wednesday didn’t prescribe to, so her lack of them was no revelation or insult. In fact, it was a compliment, truly.
“Don’t make me kill you,” Wednesday said, a final warning. “Because I will.”
“Whatever.” Enid smiled and shook her head at Wednesday. “You’re so freaking weird.”
Wednesday sniffed, “Thank you.”
Normalcy was another social construct that Wednesday refused to prescribe to. If Enid kept up her compliments, maybe the night wouldn’t be too terrible after all.
A foolish notion she should have known better than to believe.
*****
“Harry, hey!”
Harry took his hand from his pocket and lifted it in a wave when he saw Tyler waiting for him, just where he said he would be. He looked nice too, outside of his barista uniform. Tyler had on a casual pair of jeans, paired with a black hoodie. Nearly identical to Harry’s jeans and blue Nevermore hoodie.
Wednesday was in her usual black leggings and black dress, but Enid was dressed up in pink leggings and a baggy purple and blue striped jumper.
All in all, Harry liked the chance to see everyone outside of their uniforms. He hated uniforms. He’d hated the hand-me-down baggy uniforms that marked him as an unwanted member of the household at his aunt and uncles home. He hated the bleak and grey uniforms that St Brutus students wore. And he especially hated the bright orange jumpsuits that he wore at the detention center that told everyone ‘look! A criminal!’
Now that Harry had a friend in his classes, the posh and stifling uniforms were back to being the worst part of Nevermore.
“Oh, Wednesday, right?” Tyler asked, glancing toward the girls accompanying Harry. “And… I don’t know you,” he said to Enid.
“Enid Sinclair,” Enid said, offering Tyler a smile and quick handshake. “And you are?”
“Tyler Galpin,” Tyler said. “I work at the coffee shop downtown.”
“A normie hanging out with the outcasts, interesting,” Enid smirked.
“He’s not hanging out with us, he asked Harry on a date,” Wednesday said, causing Harry to blanch and look down. “Oh, don’t look so surprised, Harry, I told you it was a date.”
Harry admired Wednesday’s blunt refusal to filter herself, but he was also cursing her for it at the moment. Just when Harry had a group of friends - not that Enid was really his friend yet, but he was happy she came along with them - Wednesday was going to ruin it by being—
“Oh, was I not clear?”
Harry glanced up at Tyler’s question and got caught in his crinkly-eyed grin. He had a little dimple on his cheek when he smiled, Harry hadn’t noticed before.
“I definitely thought this was a date, but I don’t mind making it a double,” Tyler added quickly, glancing toward Wednesday and Enid.
Despite Harry’s confusion - why would someone want to go on a date with him?! - he still let out a quiet laugh when Wednesday, who Harry never saw with any color on her face at all, suddenly turned a dark shade of red.
“Enid and I are not on a date,” Wednesday growled at Tyler. “I am here to make sure Harry isn’t assassinated and Enid is here because she has no other friends.”
“I do so!” Enid cried, stomping one of her boots on the ground.
“I don’t,” Harry admitted with a shrug. “So… er…” Harry glanced at the festival that had the lights, music, and sounds of fun spilling out to where they all stood. “Can we go in?”
“The things I do for you,” Wednesday muttered darkly when their group made their way toward the first ever festival Harry had been to.
Harry gave her a pleased smile. “Does this mean I owe you a favor?”
Wednesday stared at him through hooded eyes for a moment then scowled. “No,” she said. “I think you’d assist me without even owing me anything.”
“I would,” Harry assured her. “Er… Probably not with melting flesh though.”
Wednesday jerked her chin in concession and Harry grinned. Her lips weren’t in a flat line and her nostrils weren’t flaring, so Harry didn’t think she was actually mad at all really.
And Harry wasn’t mad at all. Harry was determined to have just as much fun at the festival as everyone else there was. Everywhere Harry looked there were people laughing and enjoying themselves. Nobody even gave Harry’s group a second look, which made him hopeful that they were fitting in just as he always wanted to.
“What do you want to do first?” Tyler asked Harry when they stopped and simply looked around at all their options. Harry hesitated, his stomach clenching at the innocent enough question. Until September, Harry never made any decisions, not really.
Everything was always decided for him, and even at Nevermore Harry followed a set routine. He’d stepped out some when he began his friendship with Wednesday, but instead of sitting alone in his room, Harry hung out in hers.
Harry felt incredibly stupid and on the spot while his friends - his friends - looked toward him.
Just say something, he scolded himself. Quit being stupid.
Wednesday interrupted Harry’s self-admonishments with a very un-Wednesday-like gasp.
“Are they throwing knives? Let’s go,” she said firmly, leaving no room for arguments. Harry’s shoulders relaxed as he inhaled and shot Wednesday a grateful look. She was bossy, but it was one of the things Harry liked about her.
If Wednesday wanted to make decisions, it let Harry stay complacent in his indecision. Dr. Kinbott would probably have quite a bit to say about that, but Harry didn’t tell her every little thing he thought about.
To Wednesday’s disappointment, the game booth she led them to did not have knives being thrown, but darts. Everyone decided to play though and Harry would have paid the $5 each for five darts a piece, but Tyler beat him to it.
“It’s not really a date if you pay for things,” he grinned.
Harry felt his cheeks burn and he dropped his face to the counter where the man working the booth gave them each a small stack of darts. Harry was the worst person to go on any sort of date with, he didn’t even know what he was supposed to do. Perhaps Tyler was mad for thinking that’s what it was.
Enid sighed dramatically and fluttered her lashes at Wednesday. “I have no money at all,” she said, sounding pleased about the fact. “So you’ll have to buy me cotton candy for our date.”
Wednesday gave Enid a furious look before plucking up one of her darts and throwing it with perfect aim, popping the yellow balloon loudly.
“If you expect me to feed you, you will starve,” Wednesday said. Harry grinned when she picked up the rest of her darts and - pop, pop, pop, pop - earned herself a prize.
“Pick a bear, any bear,” the man told her, sounding bored with Wednesday’s accomplishment.
“That one,” Wednesday pointed at the black and white stuffed panda that she immediately thrust at Enid. “I have no need for a plush trophy, and God knows you won’t win one yourself.”
“How rude!” Enid cried even as she snuggled the bear against herself. “I can totally win a prize!”
She couldn’t. Tyler laughed and Harry grinned when every one of Enid’s darts bounced off the wall and hit the floor. Harry stopped smiling when his first three met the same fate, but then Wednesday stepped up and showed Harry how to hold the darts properly, so he wound up winning a small stuffed bear. The small ones came in a variety of colors, so Harry got a solid black one and gave it to Wednesday with a shy grin.
She rolled her eyes, but the glitter was back.
Tyler wound up being nearly as good as Wednesday and he opted to get two matching small green bears instead of the medium one he’d earned.
“Now we all have one,” he said with a half-smile, handing one to Harry.
Harry planned on keeping his forever. A memory of one of the happiest nights of his life, if not the number one happiest.
They moved on to the snack booths, since Tyler said that fireworks would start soon with night falling, and despite what she said, Enid did convince Wednesday to buy her a huge bag full of rainbow cotton candy.
“You paid for darts, let me,” Harry insisted when he and Tyler decided to each get a bag of popcorn and sodas to snack on during the firework show. Harry also got Wednesday a water, since she didn’t like soda apparently.
“Thanks.” Tyler slid up beside Harry and loped an arm around his shoulders, causing Harry to twitch in surprise.
“Sorry,” Tyler said, quickly removing his arm. “I didn’t- I was just—”
“No it’s fine, I’m sorry—”
“No I should have asked—”
“Wow, you two are awkward,” Enid laughed as Harry and Tyler each stuttered out apologies to one another. “Come on, let’s go sit by the pond, we’ll have the best view of the show from there.”
Harry was grateful for Enid’s interruption, even if it was a bit rude, and he was even more grateful when Tyler slowly replaced his arm over Harry’s shoulders. It was a bit heavy, but it was a comforting kind of weight, not confining.
They were halfway to the lake when someone in a sweater vest and tie bumped into Wednesday, Rowan, Harry thought, and Wednesday suddenly went rigid, nearly crashing to the ground if Enid hadn’t caught her.
“Wednesday!”
*****
Wednesday had been plagued by psychic visions for the last six months of her life, and they seemed to only be increasing.
A true nuisance as it made her mother believe they now had something in common. But Wednesday hadn’t expected to suffer from one of those visions at the festival, no matter how torturous the entire night had been thus far. Yet, after only bumping shoulders with a student at Nevermore, Rowan, Wednesday went rigid and her eyes lost sight of the putrid festivities around her, focusing on the future.
Rowan stood in the forest, a dark expression on his face. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” he said to someone Wednesday couldn’t see. He raised his hand high and began slowly curling his fingers into a tight fist. “I have to do this.”
What Rowan had to do, Wednesday didn’t know and couldn’t decipher because as a shout ripped through the night, Rowan was tackled by a beast of an animal. Somewhere between the size of a wolf and a bear, a large black dog with long sharp teeth leapt at Rowan, those teeth aimed for his throat.
Rowan screamed, and the dog began dragging him through the trees, out of Wednesday’s line of sight.
She might have thought that was the end of it, if not for the truly enormous large monster with scaly pink skin and eyes the size of Wednesday’s fist tearing through the trees, chasing after Rowan and the dog.
Wednesday came to with a rattling gasp and a pulse racing past a healthy level.
“Rowan,” she said breathlessly, rolling out of Enid’s arms - why did she catch her? Wednesday frequently fell to the ground when she had a vision - and frantically looking for the nerdy boy that shared some of her classes. She saw Harry beside her, his eyes round and filled with worry, Enid on her other side, looking equally concerned, but Rowan was gone.
“We have to hurry,” Wednesday said, grasping Harry’s hand and yanking him harshly so he would run with her. She couldn’t forget Harry, but she couldn’t let Rowan be killed either. Not when she had forewarning of it.
“Wait,” Harry cried, struggling to keep up as Wednesday veered them away from the crowd of people headed to watch fireworks and toward the forest. “What’s happening? Are you okay? Tyler went to get help, I thought you were dying!”
Wednesday didn’t have time to explain, she needed to find Rowan quickly. She also didn’t have time to lecture Harry on how a few minor convulsions could never kill her, Wednesday survived the plague as a child.
“We have to go,” Wednesday told him. She spotted the back of a blonde curly head that looked like Rowan. “ROWAN!” she yelled, “WAIT!”
Rowan turned and looked over his shoulder, his face was pale and sweating, then he put more speed in his efforts to evade Wednesday. It was a normal reaction, if Wednesday Addams was chasing someone it was smart to run away, but Wednesday was trying to help in this instance.
“I’ll get Tyler,” Enid offered, breaking away from them and running back for Harry’s ‘date’. Wednesday couldn’t wait for assistance, she had to stop Rowan quickly.
Wednesday and Harry chased Rowan to the woods and Wednesday lunged forward, grabbing Rowan’s shirt collar.
“Leave me alone!” the boy cried, his eyes frantic as they flicked around the isolated section of the forest they chased him to.
“You’re in danger,” Wednesday told him insistently. “We have to go, before the creatures come.”
At once, Rowan jerked himself free of Wednesday’s grasp and his desperate look changed to one of cruel coldness.
“I think you’ve got it backwards,” he said. He waved his hand and Wednesday and Harry flew upward and backward, slamming into the trunk of a tree hard enough to knock the breath from their bodies. Harry made a soft sound of pain and immediately began struggling against the invisible force holding them in place, but Wednesday focused on attempting to burn Rowan to death with the heat of her furious gaze.
Wednesday would peel the skin from Rowan’s body and stitch it back together over and over just to see him cry from the pain for daring to injure Harry.
“It’s you who are in danger,” Rowan told them. He looked from Wednesday to Harry and shook his head slowly. “I knew when the two of you began following each other around that this is what I would have to do. I’m sorry, Harry, I hoped she’d never come.”
“What are you talking about?” Wednesday demanded when it became clear that Harry was too shocked to speak. Wednesday was shocked as well, truthfully. Rowan had always been quiet, meek, mild- an outcast amongst the outcasts. This switch in personality was impressive.
“I’m talking about this!” Rowan opened his jacket, his supernatural hold against them never lessening even an inch, and pulled out a sheet of paper. It flew up to the high position on the tree where Wednesday and Harry were held and Wednesday squinted to make sense of it.
There, in a sepia toned sketch, stood Wednesday with her black plaits and knee length dress. Beside her stood a boy with messy dark hair, round glasses, and eyes that were bright even in the drawing. And behind them was Nevermore, the black metal gates an obvious place marker, engulfed in flames.
“Don’t you see?” Rowan asked them, pulling the picture back to himself while Wednesday’s head reeled with the implication of it. “My mother drew it, she was a seer. She told me that if the two people in the drawing ever arrived, I had to kill them before they destroyed us all!”
“Rowan, please,” Harry said, his voice high pitched and trembling. Wednesday couldn’t turn to look at him, but her chest felt cold as she realized she had literally drug Harry to the forest. “Don’t, we aren’t destroying anything.”
Aside from Rowan the instant that Wednesday could break his hold.
Rowan shook his head and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry,” he said. He held his hand up in front of his chest and slowly began curling his fingers inward. “I have to do this.”
A shout ripped through the night, a surprised yelp from Harry’s mouth, as he began feeling the same pressure of invisible hands around his neck as Wednesday did. Wednesday shivered when a cold breeze ripped through the forest. She didn’t want to die like this, pathetically held in place by a crazed teenager. She had aspired to be murdered much more imaginatively.
Her parents would be so disappointed.
Just when Wednesday’s eyes bulged and she began to feel the lack of oxygen to her brain, the force disappeared and she let out her own soft sound of surprise when she slid down the trunk of the tree, catching bark down the back of her neck and in her hair, and landed on the ground beside Harry. Wednesday immediately turned to Harry, more concerned for him than she was the reprieve from Roman’s uninspired attempted murder, and she was surprised to see relief in Harry’s eyes as he stared off in the trees.
Wednesday knew what she would see before she looked, but Harry’s sense of relief was curious. She turned where Harry did just in time to see the large ominous black dog from her vision lunging at Rowan with a snarl.
Wednesday would have tried to assist Rowan, but he never should have tried to kill Harry.
“We have to go, now,” Wednesday hissed at Harry as Rowan was drug from sight by the dog. Her blood was pumping loud enough that she could practically taste it. “Come on, Harry, before it comes back.”
Harry slowly got to his feet, using Wednesday’s offered hand as assistance. He looked surprisingly calm, much too calm.
Wednesday expected tears from the emotional boy.
“That dog won’t hurt us,” Harry said confidently. “It likes me.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did Harry ‘Convicted Murderer’ Potter make a habit of befriending killers? Perhaps Wednesday should take a closer look at Tyler, if herself and that dog were any indicator of the type of creatures Harry clung to.
Before Wednesday could question Harry, a bone chilling snarl filled the forest, causing them both to whip their heads around as the giant monster from Wednesday’s vision tore through the trees.
“Another friend of yours?” Wednesday whispered. Harry let out a quiet noise and grabbed Wednesday’s hand, squeezing the life from her nerves.
A sufficient enough response.
Wednesday was relieved when the monster went after Rowan and the dog, ignoring them completely, but Harry’s calm facade broke and he turned a shade more pale than Wednesday herself was.
“We have to help the dog!” Harry told her. He dropped her hand and began running directly toward the vicious dog and enormous monster.
Wednesday yelled after him, calling him a truly colorful curse in Latin, but Harry ignored her and ran to the danger that Wednesday hoped to keep him from.
*****
Harry broke through the trees, ignoring the little scrapes he earned for fighting through the forest to catch the enormous monster that went after the dog. Rowan laid in a bloody slump on the ground, a feeble moan escaping his mouth, but Harry wasn’t there for him.
He was there for the dog that visited him every few months. It was gentle, usually. It had bitten a boy at St Brutus’, leaving a jagged scar on Calvin’s calf, but it never hurt Harry. He hadn’t seen it since he’d been locked up in the detention center, Harry didn’t expect it to follow him clear to the United States.
How could Harry let such a loyal animal be destroyed by a monster?
The dog was snapping its huge jaws at the horrifying monster, a creature that looked like something straight from one of the textbooks on mythical beings, and Harry yelled when the monster swiped at the dog with claws as sharp and dangerous looking as Wednesday’s knife.
“OI!” Harry grabbed a thick stick from the ground and threw it as hard as he could at the monster’s head. “LEAVE HIM ALONE!” he shouted.
The stick bounced off the monster harmlessly, but it did cause it to turn its head toward Harry. Harry was caught by grotesque round eyes with pupils that swallowed any iris and bloodshot veins causing the whites of its eyes to appear almost entirely pink and red. Harry swallowed, but he stood his ground.
The monster dropped its claws and turned to Harry, creeping up on him slowly while a low growl escaped its mouth.
Harry closed his eyes, hoping his death was quick.
A beat of silence.
Harry could hear Wednesday shouting somewhere behind him, a curse intermixed with his name.
Another beat of silence.
Harry peeked one eye open when the leaves began rustling around him and no claws had ripped his skin off.
All Harry could see of the monster was its backside as it ran on its hind legs away from him, the opposite direction from where Harry had ran up to the scene at.
That… that didn’t make any sense.
When Harry looked at the dog, relieved that there wasn’t a visible scratch on the kind animal, even the dog’s grey eyes looked confused.
“Good boy,” Harry muttered, scratching the dog’s black ears fondly before crouching down by Rowan. Rowan’s chest was barely moving, and there was an open gash in his neck with blood sluggishly pouring out. Harry bit his lower lip and hesitantly put his hand on Rowan’s chest, searching for a heartbeat.
“You’ll- you’ll destroy everyone,” Rowan whispered to Harry.
They weren’t the most memorable last words, but Harry had heard worse.
*****
Wednesday Addams did not cry. Ever. The last time she had cried was when she was six and a gang of boys had killed her pet scorpion.
For ten years, Wednesday had never cried.
But she was close to breaking as she tripped and stumbled, running through the woods and screaming for Harry.
He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead.
If he had died, it would be Wednesday’s fault for dragging him along. She should have sent him with Enid to find Tyler, not drag him to the scene where her vision warned her of monsters.
If only she had known then that Rowan would be one of the monsters in the forest.
“HARRY!” Wednesday screamed, her voice breaking and sounding pathetically desperate. “HARRY!”
It was music as sweet as any composition when Harry finally replied.
“Over here!”
Wednesday ran toward his voice and finally found him. He was crouching beside a body, Rowan’s, and his hands were covered in blood. The monster was gone, though the black dog stood beside Harry and growled at Wednesday. She gave the dog a nasty look, sidestepping it entirely, as she ran to Harry’s side.
“He’s dead,” Harry whispered. He looked up and Wednesday didn’t even have it in her to mock him for the trail of tears streaming down his pale cheeks.
Wednesday looked dispassionately down at the boy who had tried to kill them.
“Good,” she said harshly. Rowan deserved a death so painful that his ancestors’ spirits could feel it. Wednesday was only upset that she hadn’t been the one to deliver it.
“Come on,” Wednesday told Harry, grabbing his shoulder and trying to yank him to his feet. “We need to go before we’re found here. Tyler and Enid could be back any time.”
“We shouldn’t leave him,” Harry said, weakly getting to his feet and propping himself against Wednesday’s shorter body.
Wednesday sighed and gave Harry a solemn expression.
“Harry, you are a convicted murderer, I have two attempted murders on my record, use your head. Do you really want to be standing here covered in blood if Tyler went for his father?”
Harry gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, and shook his head quickly.
“I can’t go back,” he whispered.
Wednesday grasped his hand tightly. She loathed casual touch, she hadn’t hugged her own parents since she could speak, but Harry clearly needed her in that moment as he abruptly looked terrified.
“They’ll take you over my dead body,” Wednesday said firmly. “Come on now, quickly.”
Harry crouched down to wrap an arm around the neck of the dog, hugging it to himself tightly.
“Good job, buddy,” he whispered to the creature. “I’ll see you again sometime, right?”
The dog yipped and licked Harry’s face before barking at Wednesday and running away.
“You have the worst taste in acquaintances,” Wednesday told Harry as they ran back through the forest. They could only run as fast as they could watch their steps, attempting to keep quiet as the flashlights and noise filling the forest indicated the arrival of the assistance Enid and Tyler went for.
Harry, whose eyes still shone with tears and still appeared much too pale to be healthy, gave Wednesday a trembling smile.
“That’s not true, I have you,” he said.
Wednesday huffed, but it was a kind thing to say all the same.
When they arrived back at Nevermore, Harry insisted on finding Weems and telling her what happened.
“She’s going to notice when one of her students is found dead in the woods,” he said, playing the role of the logical one in the moment. Wednesday didn’t trust Weems in the slightest, there was something off about the woman - aside from her connection to Wednesday’s mother - but Harry was insistent.
Weems had seemed skeptical of their story, but she promised Harry that she would make some calls all the same. Surely one of the locals in the woods would find Rowan’s body, Wednesday just hoped they didn’t find the monster.
Wednesday paced Harry’s room after Weems sent them off to bed. Harry was taking a shower and Wednesday was attempting to fit together the pieces of the puzzle they were faced with that night.
Harry had, wisely, taken the drawing from Rowan’s pocket before Wednesday found him and Wednesday stared at it as she thought it all over.
None of it made any sense!
As soon as Harry stepped from the bathroom, his wet hair dripping on the plain grey shirt he wore to sleep in, Wednesday started in on her tirade.
“Why is there a photo of us as part of some prophecy? Why did the dog attack Rowan? Why didn’t the monster attack us? What is the monster? Where did it come from? And why did Rowan let us go before the dog even attacked him?”
Harry blinked at her and slowly made his way to his bed. He used the white towel he held to dry his hair, leaving it to defy the laws of gravity as it stood on end.
“Er… I only know two of those answers,” he said quietly, staring down at his lap after he climbed on his bed. Wednesday watched as Harry began twisting his shirt in his hands, an obvious sign of agitation.
“I told you the dog likes me, he shows up sometimes and if he sees anyone being mean to me, he bites them.” Harry shrugged, as if it weren’t a surprise that he had a vicious attack animal at his disposal.
“And… and…” Harry glanced up at Wednesday and she could see the fear in the tightening of his eyes and the panic in the way he twisted his shirt to new levels.
“And Rowan didn’t release us, I did,” Harry whispered. He slowly let go of his shirt, finger by finger, and held his hands up, palm out.
“I can do things, sometimes,” he said in a rush. “And I really wanted us to be freed, and then we were.”
Wednesday’s brows rose up her forehead in surprise.
Apparently Harry had a great many secrets she had yet to unravel.