Chapter 27: Undead
Liwan has joined the crowd in the seam between realities. Black ichor drools from the edges of a twisted grin; eyes a pinprick of red in a sea of shadow. Suzie is there too; a childish form cobwebbed with wrinkles, old and young at once. But it’s Cass who I reach out to in the end, because I can’t bring myself to touch the children, even one that only masquerades as a child, and also because if it’s Cass, I will not allow myself to fail.
He died because of me. I can’t let whatever’s left of him be destroyed too.
The monster he’s become feels solid to the touch. His flesh scorches, his grip bone-crushing, broad fingers tipped in claws. That warm grin of his has become a fanged snarl, his wide brown eyes, so soft and adoring when he gazed at Ange, have become hollow pit
