“You should have remembered,” Megan said, wiping her pen clean on his letterman jacket. “I’m the one who draws the lines.”
“What you should have done,” Megan said. She turned to the creature. “ The Hollow —you are bound by my ink. You will not grant wishes. You will not leave this room. And you will never, ever come out of a piece of paper again.” megan inky
The Hollow tilted its head. Lucas took a step back. “What are you doing?” “You should have remembered,” Megan said, wiping her
“Fine,” she whispered. “But we do it my way. Tonight. In the art room. And you bring that notebook—every page.” “You should have remembered