CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
I clapped a hand over my mouth as blood poured from the wound. Luja’s wide eyes revealed his confusion and terror as Mother Dunn shoved his head down near the top of the altar. His mouth moved in a silent question: why?
Mother Dunn sneered at him. “Only our master will be seated on a throne, but we will keep our word. You will become a part of him and so enjoy his victories.”
Akka grabbed Luja’s legs and together the pair hefted him onto the stone. Luja’s lifeless eyes stared upward as the sky began to darken. A bone-chilling wind appeared and swept around us. The shadows from the altar rose and swirled about the stone, forcing the sisters back.
“I don’t like this!” Sylvia shouted.
The eagle stepped back and looked over his shoulder at us. “We must flee!”
