403 Chapter 403

Jamie had a question mark hanging over his head, but he didn't argue. We could all see through Elliott's IAC that Sam was cornered. He was in a room full of distressed mirrors, the kind that make you look like something else. I thought it was ironic in an Alanis Morissette sort of way. Sam didn't look like himself at alland he would die the same sort of creature he'd spent centuries destroying.

"Whatcha gonna do with me?" Sam was shouting at Elliott just before the mirror behind him exploded into a thousand shards of glass. He ducked and covered his face, but it was too late. Elliott had his Glock pointed right at the old man's head.