CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Talon blinked. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Lying in front of her, Bolt, Stinger, and White was Eli Corey, but he looked dead. His head had a bad gash, while his white shirt was stained with his own blood. His eyes were closed and he barely seemed to be breathing. His blood even stained the stone floor upon which he lay, adding to the gruesomeness of the scene before them.
“What …” said Bolt, who sounded like he was at a complete loss for words. “Eli? Are you … dead?”
“No,” came a deep, but old, voice from somewhere in front of them. “But he soon will be, once I am finished with him.”
Talon—who had fallen into a kind of trance when she saw Eli’s body—suddenly shook her head and looked around at their surroundings. They had teleported into a strange-looking sto
