CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my scream but Vargas didn’t even bother doing that. Ugly black boils popped up all over his flesh and the air filled with the stench of rot. Dark blood flowed from the open wounds and soaked his clothes, forcing them to cling to his quivering body. Will dropped him and the man landed on his unsteady feet. He clutched his boil-covered hands around his neck and a horrible gargling noise emanated from his throat.
Everyone leaped back as Wrecan stumbled forward, his hands outstretched and flailing around searching for anything to grab. He tripped over the ground and fell face-first onto the grass. His blood poured over the lawn and killed every blade of grass it touched, scorching it like black fire.
The man twitched a mome
