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Acquilina rushed forward and grabbed one of his large arms. “Egnatius! What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
Egnatius opened his eyes and revealed a depth of terror I’d never seen. He stretched out his hands in front of his gaping face and stared at them in horror. “What. . .what’s this on my hands?”
Acquilina looked at his hands and shook her head. “There’s nothing there, Egnatius.”
His eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Blood! It’s blood! My hands are soaked in blood!”
I jumped when I felt a hand slip into mine. It belonged to Alex. I looked up into his face. His expression was a tense show of disgust. “You must stand back,” he whispered to me.
“But why? What’s happening to him?”
“I sense a great evil growing inside him as the emptiness fades,” he explained.
My pulse qui
