Chapter16

#Chapter16

The thing stepped past the threshold, lowering the hood with its right hand. It was Declan, but he was no longer hiding his aberrant left limb— it had ripped the sleeve of the pea coat to tatters, and had grown long enough that the squirming tentacle-digits nearly touched the floor. Declan's left leg had grown in circumference, straining against the jeans, and what looked like two large but short claws had punched through the filthy left boot. The face was still Declan's face, but the eyes were almost entirely red, with tiny black pupils.