Chapter Twenty-Five“Not yet.” Melcorka had to fight the rage that urged her to charge forward and rip Chattan to bloody gobbets.
Light from beyond the door illuminated the corridor, allowing Melcorka to see her surroundings. She stood on white bone, while the walls around her were the same. She remembered that this was a house built on human bones, so she was surrounded by hundreds of human remains, with skulls grinning at her, vertebrae, shin bones and femurs making up the walls and ceiling.
“Dear God, what level of evil have I come to?” Stepping forward, she pushed Chattan before her and immediately wished she had not.
The door opened into a large room made entirely of bones. In the centre, sunk into a deep pit, scores of cats circled and howled, raising clawed paws toward Chattan, wh
