Chapter 237
- Delilah:
- The mist was alive. It's rolled around me like a snake would swirl around its victim.
- It moved like breath, like whispers clawing at the edges of my mind. But I didn’t let it in. I couldn’t. It's called I heard it, though I did not dare speak. I did not dare tell anyone that I heard it speaking to me. They were now going to believe me. They might even believe that our siding against them.