Chapter 138: Jo
I screamed. My breaths came so quick, my throat felt scraped raw. It made me feel like I was going to throw up. So did what had smashed the door in and now stood in Darby's bedroom.
The hallway light slanted inward, as if to highlight every gruesome detail. A pole of a man with silvery hair and an old-fashioned suit stared with glowing blue eyes. Three eyes with one in the middle of his forehead. His grayish skin had peeled away from his lips so there wasn't anything left but rotten teeth inside a gaping, blackened mouth. An undead Sorcerer, I guessed, like One and Two. An escaped prisoner from the Core. Whispers and a smell like a burning plastic factory barged into the room just before he did.
He flicked his gaze to me first, then Cal, and as soon as he did, my bloodied feet left the carpet. All of me left the carpet until I hovered above it at least six inches. Terror slammed my pulse into my ears.