Chapter 63 The Voice In The Splice
- Every cage has a door. Some only open when you’re running toward something worse. The word Run was still in her ears when the splice shuddered.
- The faceless figure’s head jerked toward the sound, as if it could hear it too. Eron’s white-gold gaze narrowed, his voice a low rasp that didn’t belong to him.
- > “There are no other voices here.”