AMBER POV
The heartbeat was faint but unmistakable. A slow, rhythmic thud, pulsing from the direction of the burned corpse. My breath caught in my throat as I turned, my feet dragging forward almost against my will. The charred remains of Francine should have been nothing but ashes by now. Instead, something was happening. Something wrong.
The air around the body crackled with energy. Dark smoke curled from the scorched ground, slithering like tendrils of mist, reaching outward as if seeking something—someone. Me.
What the fu.ck?
Why was she so fu.cking persistent?
I took a step back, my instincts screaming at me to keep watching. If this was what I thought it was, then we had failed. She should have been gone. She should have been dead.
Instead she was regenerating herself.
