Galbraith watched.
Kim swallowed bile and wrenched her gaze away from the slaughter to stare at its author. A sneer would have been comforting. Or a snarl, or a grimace, but the man’s face was blank, so much so that she wondered if he was even aware of what was happening. If he was aware at all.
Lenny squeezed her hand. “His eyes,” he whispered.
She looked closer. Galbraith’s eyes were as she remembered, an unusual leaf green that he claimed was proof of his direct descent from Merlin, something Kim discredited entirely. His gaze flicked back and forth among his victims, unfeeling.
“What about them?”
Lenny looked back at her in surprise. “The black stuff.”
She checked again, but there was nothing. Daniel had mentioned the eyes, too. Some strangeness only the undead could perceive? Th
