Megan Inky -

“I’ve got more,” Lucas said. “Your little menagerie of animated doodles? I’ve been documenting it for weeks. You help me, or this goes to every news outlet, every science blog, every creepypasta forum I can find. Your life as you know it? Over.”

“Your wish,” it whispered, in a voice like dry leaves skittering across pavement.

The voice was low, amused. She turned to find Lucas Vane leaning against the doorframe. Lucas was the kind of handsome that made people use words like “chiseled” and “brooding.” He was also captain of the swim team, which meant he had no business in the art room.