Chapter 63
I SAGGED against the inside of the cool metal door, my sweat chilling as it glued my shirt to my back. My breath shuddered in my chest.
With a single punch, Jack had lost his hand and then his life.
How the hell had something like Wormface happened? Wormface wasn’t a dreg. He hadn’t lost his brain and devolved, but taken his body in a new, horrible direction.
The rules, changing again.
Or we just didn’t understand them.
Ceren stood next to me, somehow holding herself mostly still despite what we’d just seen. Her hands twitched, though, and her gaze bounced around the bar.
Tumbled tables and overturned chairs now filled Jack’s bar. The big buffet table along the side still stood, the huge vats of rice and stew still steamed, piles of fresh-baked rolls and six plastic servi
