Ava’s POV
We slammed the door shut behind us, Arin’s screams still ringing in my ears as those things ripped him apart.
“Damn it all!” Leo yelled, lunging for the handle and trying to yank it open, but Steve and I grabbed him fast and dragged him back.
“Get a grip, Leo,” Steve ordered, hauling him over to the wall next to us. We held him there until Arin’s cries faded out completely, watching as Leo finally settled down and we eased off him slow.
The quiet in that room hit like a weight, only our heavy breathing cutting through it.
“What is this spot,” I muttered to myself, spinning around gradual as my eyes got used to the glow coming from farther in. Lanterns dangled from rough-cut wood beams up top, the air heavy with this awful mix of lavender, charred sage, and something way olde
