Chapter 38

• Time seemed to shatter either that, or it was my heartbeat that stuttered to a stop.
• Alfonsina’s lips stretched into a sinister smile, her eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of anticipation. Across from her, Anselmo stared at me like prey, his tongue slowly curling along the edge of his fangs with grotesque delight.
• Gosto tensed, fury rippling beneath his composed exterior as he straightened in his seat. His voice was tight with restraint, but the tremble betrayed his rising rage.