Chapter 79: What's a Zyrgin?
Her spine tingled, as if tiny computer chips were imbedded in her flesh and digging into her bones. The atmosphere changed. The air became fraught with danger. Every hair on her body stood on end.
"Turn around, Julia." John's voice was different, more gravelly, that guttural sound frighteningly familiar.
Slowly she turned.
They stared at each other while she heard the old-fashioned clock in her kitchen tick away the seconds to her doom. The air shimmered around him and John disappeared to be replaced by the ugly green-and-gold demon. She should've been surprised, but the moment he spoke in his own voice, a part of her had known. She should've known when he said she was round.
"No," she whispered. "It's not possible."