Chapter Eight
Khalid stared at the mangled remains of his uncle. There were deep slashes the size of dinner plates in his body. His head had been found several feet away. His automatic rifle was bent in half.
Where the creature had climbed, there were deep gouges in the marble wall. Mousa and Farid stood with Wynter between them, their eyes nervously moving from her to the rooftop and back again. She was watching him with a haunted expression.
“Adham, please dispose of Inarus’s remains,” he requested.
“What happened, Khalid? This… what could do this?” Adham demanded, his voice tense with nervousness.
Khalid couldn’t keep his eyes off Wynter. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he replied.
Adham reached toward Khalid, studying his face. “Your wounds are healed.”
“Yes,” Khalid sa
