Chapter 18
“Miss Trent!” Bertrand let go of the ladder, lunging toward Maggie.
She scrambled forward, seizing her fallen halo and knife.
Ice wrapped around her right ankle.
“No.” Maggie slashed down toward her feet with her glowing club.
The hand that had touched her vanished, leaving inky blackness crawling up her leg.
Bertrand leaned out of his own light, snatching up Maggie’s halo and jamming it onto her head.
A tiny tendril of darkness whipped up, catching Maggie under her arm.
“We need to go.” Bertrand dragged Maggie to her feet.
She gasped as she placed weight on her right leg. The cold had cut off feeling from her foot, leaving no sign the limb even existed anymore. Ice crept up Maggie’s arm.
“Don’t suppose you can do the suction thing down here?” Maggie asked.
The shadow
