Chapter 25
Madeline bolted out of the bed when Arik stormed in. She had heard the commotion outside and was prepared to go out to check. She thought she was recovered, but Ciaran was overly cautious and insisted she stay for one more day.
Arik’s face was as pale as a ghost, but the skin on his face was the only part of him that didn’t look like it was burning. For the first time since they had met, she could read his mind. What she heard was horrifying. It didn’t sound like speech. Distorted, mangled words merged together as if space creatures were holding a conversation. Some of the words seemed to be in English, and there was a kind of rhythm or beat weaving in and out of the words.
Her psychic ability wasn’t useful now because she couldn’t make sense of what she was hearing.
He was
