Chapter 43

The longer Carson stared back, the more details filtered through the growing fog of fear. The man didn’t look right. His head was back and to the side, at an unnatural angle. It triggered a new sort of terror. One that crawled up his chest and lodged itself in his throat. He wanted to scream, but the terror blocked his breath. His arms tightened around Edwin automatically, but he wasn’t sure if he was trying to protect the sleeping man, or use him as some sort of shield.

The figure moved. Carson couldn’t define the difference. It wasn’t closer. It wasn’t farther away. But it had definitely moved. The knowledge somehow dislodged the lump in his throat, but the screams didn’t escape. Instead, the Lord’s Prayer tumbled from him. Carson couldn’t remember the last time he had uttered the Lord’s Prayer, but now the words came to his lips as easily as his own name.