The Lightest Dark (The Dark series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

guy. Always has been, and I'm sure that probably won't be changing any time soon. Not that I couldn’t wish for it, but I was a bit more realistic than that. That saying ‘if wishes were fishes’ comes to mind.
    In all honesty, that kind of mentality was probably the reason he was still standing here, but I couldn’t figure out why I was. I was more of a flight than fight kind of person. If something is scaring me I’m out of there as fast as my feet will take me. Probably why I was questioning my own actions.
    Maybe it was a misguided sense of loyalty, but I felt compelled to stay and make sure we both got out of this in one piece. It may be a first for me when it came to Tristan, but then I’d never really been in this kind of situation with him. Thinking on our options, I knew I was seriously crippled in the physical department, but that didn’t mean I was completely useless.
    Especially since I didn't have to protect Ryan at moment. With any luck, he'd be in the safe house munching out on whatever kind of food was there. It was actually really likely seeing as how he was a lot faster than us. Even more so since we were standing in one spot instead of trying to get to safety like any sane person would.
    After a few minutes Tristan shook his head in confusion. “Who would want you badly enough to unleash a seeker on the compound? You’re nobody.”
    I guess I’m not the only one to come to that kind of conclusion, though I wasn’t too sure that comment hadn’t been an insult in disguise. If it was, I’m choosing to ignore it. Bigger fish and all. “Your guess is as good as mine. I've never been seen out of bounds and unless you count today, I've been keeping to myself lately.” I shivered, “Too many visions.”
    He nodded like he understood, but we both knew he didn't. It was better to ignore that elephant in the interest of not starting a fight at the moment. That would be all we needed.
    Us arguing and screaming at the top of our lungs making it easier to find us. May as well wave a blazing sign that says we’re right here, though even being relatively quiet, it seems this thing can still pinpoint us somehow.
    I shook my head trying to focus on the question that Tristan just asked me. He gave me an annoyed look, but repeated himself. "Was it just the right arm, or did both have markings? I need to know what kind of attack I should be planning."
    I hesitated.
    While I knew something like that had to be going through his head, I wasn't sure I wanted to let him know how bad this could get. Granted, his knowing would be beneficial seeing as how he'd dealt with seekers and similar demons before, but at the same time he'd end up more focused on trying to destroy it than getting out of here in one piece.
    I’d seen him do it in training, and heard about him doing it on numerous occasions. I wasn’t about to have that happen with something like this. Like I said. I was interested in getting the two of us out of this alive. In one piece preferably, though I had a feeling I might only be able to pull that one off by the skin of my teeth, if at all.
    Instead of answering, I crouch down and pick up a medium size rock then grab his hand placing it there, my hand still covering it. After a second I take mine away and light floods the tunnel. That should distract him. I wasn’t so sure if it would be good or bad for me in the long run, but it was a distraction all the same.
    It takes him a minute to adjust to the change in lighting, but he's soon giving me a look of disbelief. "After all the times we've been down here and I had to hold your belt loop to get around, you could have just turned a rock into a light? Seriously?"
    Rather than answer, I scoffed and gave him an indignant look hoping to turn it around on him. "What exactly do you think transmutation is? I mean I know you've never seen me do anything on a large scale before today, but I thought you'd at least have grasped the concept of it by now. I've told