“I’m going to kill them all,” Brennan hissed, a twirler in his hand, before Hilt grabbed him.
“Don’t. Not now. The professor was right. We need to pick our time. We will take revenge on our terms,” Hilt said.
“They killed my boy.”
“Trust me. Revenge was my business for ten years. I’ll be happy to get back into it.”
“That is not a water fountain,” Rickenbacker told Laurel.
Laurel found herself clinging to the professor, her eyes wide with terror, as she stared into the shadows at the dark pitch of the beast at the end of the cellar. Although still black, its eyes seemed to glow with sentience, and there was no doubt it was moving, out of its pitch background, with glistening teeth and claws.
“It’s never done that before,” Laurel said.
“Stay exactly where you are,” Rickenbacker ordere
