It was awful. All those eyes, all looking at him. It was straight out of Luke's worst nightmares. Panic rooted him to the spot, but every muscle in his body was screaming for him to run, to hide anywhere he could. For twelve years his entire life he'd had to hide. To be seen was death. "Don't " he wanted to scream. "Don't look at me Don't report me Please " But the muscles that controlled his mouth were as frozen as the rest of him. The tiny part...