Curiously, the Hound watches her,
thumbs looping in his belt-loops, grey-
ish eyes following her every movement.
‘ You’re not unseen. ‘
A gasp, she stops in her tracks,
she’s been seen. Lina’s eyes widen,
her white dress twirling whilst she
turned around to face the owner of
the voice that had surprised her at
first, but now she just wanted to
flee.
‘ I’m not real…
leave me alone. ’