CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
GERALD'S POV
The glass-shattering sound was deafening. The sound wasn't just a scream; it rolled in waves, guttural and strange, like words twisted backward. My skin crawled. A witch's chant? Or something worse?
"What the hell was that?" I asked Max, who was as stoned as me.
"No idea." Max said, already unmounting his bike.
"Must have been the woman we'd seen up there."
"You think it can be Lilliana?" Landen asked, his expression very much stoic.
"Go check." I said to Max, ignoring the way my body stiffened in anticipation.
Max nodded and quickly ran inside to check without another word.
I waited outside with Landen.
It wouldn't look good if we all rushed there. I couldn't afford to raise suspicion.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go either?"
"No, you're
