The Quiet

I followed her gaze to the other side of the room, where there were two windows. One was closed tightly. But the other was opening slowly. I could see some kind of shadow come over the bottom.

Someone was coming inside.


43. Level

I hovered at the top of the stairs, staring down at the bottom. I watched for any shadows, because I knew I had seen Cari before, lurking. She was bothersome and got under my skin.

I glared at Maddox, who was lying against the wall, blood dripping from his mouth. He had his eyes closed and was breathing softly, sometimes letting out a groan or a noise indicating pain.

I smiled, crouched down so I was eye level with him, and gripped his chin. His skin was warm against my fingers.

Maddox flinched, put his hands on my chest, and shoved me. I stumbled back, fell against the opposite wall and smirked.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he ground out.

“Certainly you don’t need me to explain that, do you?” I asked.

He wiped his mouth and spit on the floor. “You’re a freak, you know that? You tried to kill poor, innocent children.”

“Innocent?” I started to laugh. “Not one of them is innocent. You obviously aren’t a good judge of character, Maddox.”


Suddenly there was a sound from the stairs. Maddox stared at me, and then glanced to the source of the noise. There was creaking, and two shadows appeared.

“Ah, so you are alive. I’m impressed. I thought being thrown through a window would have finished you off.”

Clay chuckled. “You would think that, wouldn’t you?”

I narrowed my eyes, though he couldn’t see. I wished the lights would go back on so I could see his face when I told him I was going to kill Maddox. I suppose the darkness would have to do.

“I hoped you would have died. That’s a shame. I guess I’ll have to kill you with my bare hands and make sure you stay dead.”

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