Chapter 12: Uncle John

"Well, well, if it isn't my little niece," Uncle John singsongs from a few yards away. His demeanor is way off-as if he's gained tons of confidence and a personality.

"Uncle John, what are you doing here?" I ask, genuinely confused.

He cocks his head and smiles sarcastically, like I've just told him a dirty joke. "Why don't you ask your-" He stops and looks up at Dominic and I swear I see his face change. Like he's actually seeing him for the first time and is slightly intimidated. "Friend."

"I don't understand," I admit, craning my neck to look up at Dominic. His eyes flash with a tinge of red directed straight at the big dude standing next to Uncle John.

"Stay away from her, Malum," Dominic bites out.

Holy shit, they know each other?

The bile in his voice sends a chill down my neck and if I didn't know him so well, I would already be running. Instead, I move closer, wrapping both arms tightly around him.

"Ipsa morietur!" Malum growls in a deep, sadistic voice, spreading his a