Chapter 13 – Part 12


The light around him dimmed all of a sudden and somewhere in the dark came the sound of flapping wings. The image of Diane blurred for an instant, out of focus, before it set itself right again. This time Diane was sprawled motionless at the bottom of a pit. Her face was pallid and twisted in anguish.

It gave Mark a jolt of fright. He grew aware of his shaky hands and gripped them together to stop the shaking. It was then he remembered where he was. The marble city. The octagonal room. Everything else came back to him like a shock wave. He felt a growing dread weighing down on his chest. He also felt someone shaking him by the shoulder.

Mark blinked.