Chapter 84

Like downstairs, the curtains were drawn tight against the morning sunshine. The sole illumination in the room came from a lamp on the nightstand, and it cast a pale yellow light over the small figure on the bed. Jesse’s breath caught. John was barely recognizable. The blankets were tucked close under his chin, and the pall that had settled over his skin made him look like a corpse. His eyes were so sunken, they appeared bruised, and his raspy breathing was audible even across the room.

In spite of his dreadful appearance, John offered a ghost of a smile at Jesse’s arrival. “My apologies for not getting the door.” His voice had taken on the same anemic aspect as his features. “Though your presence means my wards failed. I suppose that’s not a good thing.”