Chapter 8
This time, there’s no portal or preamble. I’m plunged into the stale air and grime of the warehouse. Behind me, I hear the retreating footfalls, the sound of Carter Dupree running away. At my feet, the zip tie, a few feet farther, Malcolm.
My eyes meet his. He tries to push to his elbows, but his arms tremble, and he collapses. It takes all my willpower not to rush to him, gather him close, and find a way to get us out of here. For a moment, I contemplate doing just that. What happens if we walk out the door and not look back? Even as the idea crosses my mind, I know it isn’t possible. Whatever this is, we must see it through.
I take a step forward, compelled not toward Malcolm but the entity.
He shuts his eyes and shakes his head. “Katy, don’t.”
I don’t know if he says thes
