Chapter 8

“Can you hear me?” Killian asked. “Can you see me? My name is Killian, I’m—”

Movement, sudden and sharp. Before he could even blink, the entity was toe-to-toe with him, bringing such a powerful gust of wind that it made Killian stagger backwards. The door swung on its hinges as if it had been slammed by a petulant child, and it crashed into something with such a loud thud that Killian spun to make sure it hadn’t just obliterated Ivan.

His large companion had turned to let the door slam into his shoulder, but instead of bouncing off at the impact, it continued to push with so much force Ivan seemed to be having trouble staying on his feet. Killian spun back to face his shadowy visitor, chest heaving.

“Don’t hurt him!”

Whoever was in charge of the door did not listen. The hair on Killian’s arms stood on end, as if an electrical storm had just swept through the room, and then the door slammed, knocking Ivan out into the hallway.