Chapter 94 The Bad Memories
- “Everyone back to the porch! Now!” McKenzie barked, herding the group away from the contaminated garden. We retreated like spooked cattle, the once-quaint backyard now feeling like a minefield.
- As the others clustered on the creaking porch steps, Rafayel ran toward me. With a gloved hand, he retrieved the box and thrust it into my hands.
- “Yours, I think,” he said tersely.