“This is bad, isn’t it?” William asked, staring at the shadows that grew darker and angrier as they danced around Ozias’ body. “Why isn’t he dying?”
“He is dead,” Annabel replied, carefully getting to her feet. “His body is dead, and we extinguished the last of his life energy. But his darkness lingers.” William frowned, switching his attention to her. “His darkness is going to burst out of that body any second, and what happened in Seattle will happen here. Or worse.”
Her voice was trembling, he realized, and not just that. There was blood streaming from the wound on her side and the cut on her forehead, and her feet were shaking. She was pressing at her abdomen with her hand and even though she didn’t look in pain, she had to be. His own condition was so bad, he was surprised he was st
