Chapter Twenty-NineA howl of pain filled Clare's mind, a warbling roar that distorted into deep bass mixed with piercing treble. She put her hands over her ears, collapsing to the floor and curling into a ball. Her upper arms throbbed, five small wounds on each like needlepoints of fire lancing into her body. She didn't have long.
“Clare, are you okay?” Tina asked, her voice slowed as if someone had lowered the pitch.
Clare shook her head, trying to clear it. “What happened? Where did he go?”
Tina switched on the lights and Clare's head began to swim. The walls flattened and appeared to merge, lengthening into one flat boundary, the room disappearing off into infinity. This was happening far too fast.
“Clare!” Tina appeared in the middle of the endless white, the angles of her face shi
