Chapter 51I fell back against a tree and stood there, shivering. I couldn't take my eyes off the thing that had once been Mahoney. Couldn't wrap my head around the nightmare in the moonlight.
His body had been turned into a giant patchwork obscenity, pumped up and laced with stone. He'd been brainwashed, reduced to a lumbering brute. His memory of me had been wiped or suppressed to the point of not caring if he killed me. Was any part of him still alive in there at all?
Tears rolled down my face as I stared. I felt responsible; he wouldn't have come to Parapets in the first place if not for me. Maybe none of this would have happened if I'd gone looking for him that morning, when he hadn't come out of his room.
Cassandra had said he'd gone back to town, and I'd accepted that. I'd
