The air was heavy, almost too thick to breathe, when the emergency lights flickered back on. The faint red glow lit up the room in sharp shadows. My heart was still racing, and Asher’s grip on my arm was so tight it almost hurt.
Amy was gone.
The chair she had been tied to lay broken on the floor, the ropes ripped apart like they were nothing. But that wasn’t what made my stomach twist. It was what had taken her place.
On the wall, where she had been standing before she vanished, a black mark was burned into the wood.
It wasn’t just a burn. It was a symbol.
Sharp lines curled into strange shapes, almost like a circle with jagged edges, but at the center was something that looked like an eye. The mark glowed faintly, as if the fire still lived under the wood, even though no flames touc
