The screaming in the Warren eventually faded for now.
Zane sat on the edge of the stone walkway with his boots dangling just above the foul water.
He wasn't just full, he was overflowing. The battery in his gut felt like a dense, cold star that radiated a numbing strength through his entire body.
He looked at his hands and flexed them.
The skin was no longer grey and waxy but held a flush of unnatural, vibrant health. The deep fatigue that had plagued him since he woke up in the alley was gone, replaced by a buzzing, restless energy that demanded action.
He wasn't a victim anymore.
Wren waded back from the monster's nest with the silver box tucked securely under her arm. She looked like a drowned rat, covered in sewage and monster-slime, but her grin was sharp and victorious.
"You l
