It is unmistakable.
Marva is gone.
The door was left open. The numerous glass vials and plastic containers Bella had seen arranged in such painfully neat order on the shelves are all over the floor now, their content spilled, the combination of strange substances creating a thick scent in the air that almost chokes Bella.
Even so, she can distinguish the scent of the demons; she's met them and caught their scent and the same scent is all over the cabin.
"They are sick. Why take an old woman?"
Bella says shakily, kneeling on the floor and attempting to recover some of the small containers that have not lost their content.
"As Long as her soul is pure," Mathew sniffs, then adds,
"She was the only one I had, the only one who really knew me."
Is that vulnerability in his voice? Bella
