Only it wasn’t The Hollow . Not quite. She used its shape as a skeleton, but she added details: chains wrapping its limbs. A cage of ink bars around its torso. And in the center of its chest, where a heart would be, she drew a single, tiny lock.
Megan’s blood turned to ice water. “I don’t know what you’re—” megan inky
Megan’s heart hammered. He was right. If this got out, she’d be a lab experiment or a circus act. There was no middle ground. Only it wasn’t The Hollow
“You should have remembered,” Megan said, wiping her pen clean on his letterman jacket. “I’m the one who draws the lines.” where a heart would be