CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Golden light exploded from the crest like a laser beam. It fired straight up into the air, striking the ceiling of the hallway and burning through it. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I took a step back involuntarily, but then Grandpa Fred laid a hand on my shoulder and muttered, “Wait.”
His voice calmed me, but the same could not be said for Xander. Xander was holding his arms in front of his face, trying to keep the bright lights from blinding him. Even the prisoners were reacting with fear and surprise, looking away or covering their eyes to protect their vision. Only Isaac himself continued to stare directly into the blinding light, probably because he was blind already.
Then, without warning, the light went bac
