Interesting

Dakshana threw.

Fire exploded against the stone floor, sent shadows skittering across the walls. The eyes shuffled with them, and Dakshana heard, with the moving eyes and shadows, a curious rattle.

Bones. As if piles and piles of ancient bones were moving all at once.

Srina ducked behind Minka, who had her fists up, ready to punch the darkness.

Angry shrieks subsided into laughter again, heartbreakingly beautiful laughter.

“What was that?” Minka asked.

“I don’t know,” Dakshana said, but she knew what she’d done. Magic.

The eyes drifted away, and a voice floated back to the girls.

It said, “Interesting.”