“I’ve never seen a monster, with or without Lyssa, attack fires before. Then there was Ashmore. Then the tarkin in Treow. Even Faze. He plays with Evie, but he is drawn to you.” It was more than me being his guardian. Even if I was the person who fed the little beast. Ransom’s eyes softened as he held up his hands. “Just a theory.” A theory in which he believed monsters were drawn to me. A theory I’d been dwelling on myself.
