Chapter 5
I was about to take him up on his offer when a voice said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
From the shadows, a Vyken in his raw form stepped out. Air caught in my chest, and I almost choked on it.
The Vyken wore normal clothes, jeans and a dark T-shirt, but nothing else about him was human-like. Leather-like skin, black in color, pulled tightly around his face, but in some areas the skin stretched too far, creating cracks and spaces where yellowed bone, specifically on his cheek bones, bled through. But all this was nothing compared to his dark, sunken eyes. They begged for an audience, a theater production of the worst kind of violence imaginable.
I stumbled back, a wave of nausea threatening to collapse me, but Jackson caught my arm.
“Get back, Vyken,” Jackson ordered.
