CASE RAGED AGAINST the straps pinning her to the bed. But all she could do was push her head to the right, trying to escape Stayne’s advancing blade. “No! You’re dead. I saw you dead!”
deaddead“Yes, dearie. He’s dead,” Stryke said from the foot of her bed. The little man smiled. “And so am I.”
Stayne chuckled. “We’ve been dead for years, sweet meat. But thanks to the witch, we…continue.” His smile faded. “Which is more than you’ll be doing.” His left hand flashed out, seizing her jaw in a vise-like grip, holding her head still. In his other hand, the scalpel’s point drew closer and closer to her eye.
She fought with all her strength to free herself from his grip, but his gloved fingers were as unyielding as steel. The scalpel descended as she watched hypnotized. She would die, sliced to
