Elena's scream cut through the cemetery like broken glass.
"GET AWAY FROM HER! THE PARASITES—THEY'RE IN YOU! GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!"
Smith's eyes went completely silver. And he smiled.
"Hello, Elena," Smith said. But it wasn't his voice anymore. It was deeper. Older. Wrong. "We've been waiting so long to meet the famous Bridge's mother."
"Smith?" Kai's brother was gone. Something else was wearing his face.
"Smith's taking a little nap," the thing said. "We're driving now."
Tamara scrambled back from the tomb. Her mother's form—made of light and pain—twisted in the stone.
"Run!" Elena screamed. "Tamara, run!"
But Tamara couldn't move. Couldn't look away from her mother's face. Twelve years. Twelve years of this agony.
"Mom, we can free you—"
"NO!" Elena's scream shook the tomb
