Chapter Twenty-Four
Jay couldn’t feel his neck or his upper back.
‘Those who are cleansed will be fortified for a special purpose,’ two voices said in unison.
A chill trickled down his spine. He was lying face-down on an operating table that was inclined forty-five degrees, leaving him peering through the headrest at the white sneakers and white polyester pants of two people, one standing on either side of him.
Doctors, surgeons? He didn’t know, but both his arms and legs were fastened to the table and he was topless. His vision wasn’t clear, and he blinked to force the gray tiled floor into focus.
Somewhere, a fire alarm rang out.
‘They are made holy and pure in heart and blood,’ the voices said.
Something pinched the skin on his neck. A knife.
He yelled, pulling his restraints, b
