The Devil Revealed

Leaving Aiden in the center of the circle, Derek crosses the few feet of dirt between him and the pair at the other end of the line. Everyone next to me begins to shift, lean slightly forward, except for the guy directly to my left. Hands still behind his back, he struggles to pull himself upright, get his head out of the dirt. Even when he manages it, he sways. I want to reach toward him, get his attention, reassure him, but when I try to—reflexively move to reach for him—I can't do it. My hands are pinned behind my back as securely as if they're tied there.

I panic, my breath hissing in and out through my teeth as I fight, struggling against the invisible bonds in the sharp light of the flames.

I open my mouth to scream at them to let me go, when Aiden finally lifts his head and looks straight at me, his expression deep, and dark.

He pins me with his gaze, tattooing the words he spoke earlier on my consciousness.

Be quiet.