CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tegan guided me deeper into the ruined Vault. The area was littered with broken boards and collapsed stone walls. Scorch marks accented the rocks and Tegan’s light allowed me to see fresh stains of something scattered about. A hideous, instinctual terror began to rise within me until I froze.
The color drained from my face as I pressed one fisted hand against my chest. “This. . .this looks like a battlefield.”
Tegan squeezed my hand before he stooped and peeked under a pile of rotten boards. His eyebrows knitted together. “That’s because it is.”
I leaned down just as he pushed aside some of the charred wood. A gasp escaped me as he revealed a husk of a body. The corpse lay face down, but the odd angles of their limbs told me they hadn’t died a comfortable death.
