Alex
“Now, the piece we’ve all been waiting for.”
Alex’s stomach churned inside and he fisted his jeans. Azrael wasn’t here.
It meant he could have been in Hell or somewhere else. He wondered if Nora made it inside. Was she okay? Probably. She could do anything. So if Azrael jumped out from behind a corner, she could probably just knock him on his ass before he even said anything.
The lights in the room shut off while spotlights turned on where Wyatt was being walked out. He had a burlap sack over his head, his hands cuffed behind his back. He wore no shoes, but some bright blue and yellow pajama bottoms that were ratted and torn. The bottoms dragged on the floor under his heels.
That was it.
Bruises all over his body. One look at his arch, the boy was struggling
