Chapter 106: The Horrible and Inevitable End Of Andre Dumont

The gloom in the chamber did little to hide the wreck of a man lying under the covers of the large four poster bed. Andre must have chosen this bedroom for its lack of windows. Perhaps he had no desire to see outside any longer, to feel the breath of fresh air on his decaying cheeks.

I thought I was prepared for this, after the day I'd had. After knowing he was literally disintegrating from the curse Charlotte placed on him. But I honestly had no idea how far a body could decompose and remain alive.

No. Idea.

Andre's breath whistled in and out from between his cracked lips, the only part of him that didn't seem to ooze some fluid. I held my ground-and the contents of my stomach-only out of sheer will. He looked like a special effects zombie from some B-list movie, overdone for major creep factor. But, when he opened his eyes, the single one remaining him shone with awareness, the icy blue rimmed in red.