CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
My nostrils flared to take in the smells and energies again, but a pain traveled through my right nostril and into my eye socket. I clutched at my face with a groan. I must have used all of my strength rescuing Lawrence. As if to agree, my stomach growled.
"I can't tell," I gritted out. "If it's the soul-eater." But I hoped it had exhausted itself as well. What was I to do? It seemed to grow in strength while I remained the same or weakened.
"It's all right," Lawrence said. "They're them. I can tell."
It pained me to say it, but I told him, "I trust you. And Doctor Graves and Corey, we don't mean to harm you."
Both men lowered their weapons but kept wary eyes on us.
"What was that thing?" Corey asked. He was shirtless, and scratches showed on his broad chest. Damn
