Chapter 72 Cold Truths
- Mathis made almost no sound. Barely the flutter of clothing and I saw his feet leave the floor as he must’ve leapt.
- I heard a thump and a horrible wet, wrenching sound. Next was the sopping thunk of a head lolling along the stone floor.
- The grip on my neck went slack. Dark nails slipping from the wounds they’d created as the heavy body collapsed next to me.