lde

f death can

rmeated the seals of the glass cage. It drifted out into the ballroom

smell

ils dilated. He knew. That was his son's blood.

spered. Then he screa

e glass cage where the control panel was. His hands w

ebra snatched the

consciousness. My vision was tunneling,

t she didn't swipe it smoothly. I saw h

s wide with fake terror. "The car

clawing at the slot. The piece

Austen yelled at the

al key on his belt and jammed

ic

ng ha

ted, panic rising in his voice. "The temper

oared, pounding his fists a

their partial forms, claws extending, muscles bul

d.

polycarbonate, designed to hold a raging

led. "We need the blowtorche

wild, tears finally streaming down his face. "Izzy! Izzy, wake up! Don

sounded like h

the l

rgency latch on the floor. It was encas

s. I dug my nails into the ice surrounding the latch, scratching, te

Wolfsbane had done its work. M

motionless body. "She locked it from the inside! She wants to

ling. But then he turned back to me, his face twistin

on the glass. "You're weak! You've alwa

t him one

brain. I pushed it through the Mind-Link, bypass

his skull, cold and heavy as a tombstone

ed as if I ha

eeing, realizing the gravity of what had happen

faki

he door

t of my vision. The cold stopped

e one slow,

um

en...

vy ballroom doors exploding inward with the for

ster'

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